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Rime 161
Ezra Pound (30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972 / Hailey / Idaho)

Rime 161

Toward that sweet nest where I remained though parting,
And where the better part of me still lingers,
Whether the weary sun returns or leaves,
I always spread the wings of my desire.
And still from time to time I blame myself
For never having used device or force
To stay with you, knowing, away from you,
A thousand times a day I die while living.
My doubtful feet were moved by constant hope
That you would follow soon to visit me,
Extend my fleeting life a little longer.
Observe, my lord, the promise you have given:
To come and make these dreary shores alive,
Joyous and loved, and me grateful and happy.

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Comments (5)

an eternal image of astounding beauty, thanks to Ezra
beautifully written...astonishing :)
There is a spelling error in the 2nd line. It should read of lily-of-the-valley.
Thank you, Mr. Hager. I almost missed this one. On second reading I thought of Georgia O'Keefe and her flowers. And BTW, your recommendation for the River Merchant's Wife was also much appreciated.
First and briefest of three Pound poems entitled 'Alba, ' this is a lovely example of Imagism. The text above contains a typo and should be spread out like this: As cool as the pale wet leaves of lily-of-the-valley She laid beside me in the dawn