Ezra Pound

1885 - 1972

A Quote by Ezra Pound

Music rots when it gets too far from the dance. Poetry atrophies when it gets too far from music.

Ezra Pound (1885 - 1972)

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A Quote by Ezra Pound

A man of genius has a right to any mode of expression.
Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound (1885 - 1972)

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A Quote by Ezra Pound

Hang it all, Robert Browning, there can be but the one "Sordello."

Ezra Pound (1885 - 1972)

Source: Cantos, 1925—1959, II

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A Quote by Ezra Pound

The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.

Ezra Pound (1885 - 1972)

Source: a Station of the Metro, 1916

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A Quote by Ezra Pound

His true Penelope was Flaubert, He fished by obstinate isles.

Ezra Pound (1885 - 1972)

Source: Hugh Selwyn Mauberley. E.P. Ode pour l’élection de son sepulchre, 1920,

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A Quote by Ezra Pound on books, charm, civilization, earth, and good

There died a myriad, And of the best, among them, For an old bitch gone in the teeth, For a botched civilization. Charm, smiling at the good mouth, Quick eyes gone under earth's lid, For two gross of broken statues, For a few thousand battered books.

Ezra Pound (1885 - 1972)

Source: Hugh Selwyn Mauberley. E.P. Ode pour l’élection de son sepulchre, 1920, V

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A Quote by Ezra Pound on art, history, and mediocrity

The history of an art is the history of masterwork, not of failures, or mediocrity.

Ezra Pound (1885 - 1972)

Source: The Spirit of Romance, 1910

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A Quote by Ezra Pound on language, literature, and meaning

Literature is language charged with meaning.

Ezra Pound (1885 - 1972)

Source: ABC of Reading, 1934, ch. 2

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A Quote by Ezra Pound on america, country, and nations

America, my country, is almost a continent and hardly yet a nation.

Ezra Pound (1885 - 1972)

Source: Patria Mia

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A Quote by Ezra Pound

Winter is icumen in, Lhude sing Goddamm, Raineth drop and staineth slop, And how the wind cloth ramm! Sing: Goddamm.

Ezra Pound (1885 - 1972)

Source: Ancient Music

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