Ezra Poems - Poems about Ezra

Such great insight, from Ezra Pound.' Concise; and yet? Fantastic.! Truly sound' at this current time he is Fully in stride, voicing all the insanitys.' So should we? ignore him? Then its 'woe betide.! ...Read the rest...

Ultimately, it's a matter of seasons, waiting for dawn. Through the skylight, tiny as it is, my hope resides. It's a glimpse of the hope I eagerly yearn to meet from my room. I've longed to find belonging,...Read the rest...

I found your poem. I confess. I was moved. By the thought. Of you. ...Read the rest...

I decided to keep watch on you from walls, I moved my shoes away to give you a breath, Nevertheless, have I ever moved miles away, I kept a moderate distance to watch every step of you, Look all...Read the rest...

He began as an image theorist with the genre never did not persist...Read the rest...

Life's shadow leaved for centuries before Christ and Anno Domini. maneuvering again and again and its delighted in that. That it's irreversible. Life's shadow moving on waters on mountains on fire and in valleys. free and easy making sure every micro second is felt. Life's shadow moving...Read the rest...

Dear Mr. Pound, Your holiday in Italy Has besmirched your legacy. Your Cantos, they plead, But don’t exonerate, Not as far as I can see. Dear Mr. Pound, Did praise from Hemingway Whet your narcissistic thirst? As an ex-pat abroad,...Read the rest...

His name was Ezra but you didn't and wont know him. An observant nihilist, pouring out vile play scripts in 400 word messages. Researching one's hyper-fixation so the insomniac has someone who he may believe will enjoy...Read the rest...

Once there was a parson named Ezra Heap Whose Sunday sermons were profoundly deep The louder Ezra implored The more...Read the rest...

This is an unfinished Heroic Crown of Sonnets dedicated to a friend's grandchild who was born with serious lower body issues 3 years ago...but he is so perfect and beautiful in every other way that...Read the rest...

Ezra Schwartz Oct 1, 1997 — Nov 19, 2015 The dice of terror Was cast that day Young Ezra’s life Was taken away He went to Israel For his gap year To...Read the rest...

Little wonderful baby With eyes that shows strength A survivor, breathing into the world like many Such glorious eyes that sees through the eclipse night at birth Baby Ezra Am sure you'll grow And dine on golden tars and stars Many strength...Read the rest...

Dear Ezra, Violets are blue, roses are red, i hate you and wish you were dead. You have spilt my blood and called me Names, But you have always though it was a game, Ive...Read the rest...

Wriggling my way     across the page     I thrash about, lost by perspective and     challenged to     summon only     significant passions expressing clarity     of struggle. The knowing face of     immortality proffers     gracious wisdom from antiqued parchments to     reassert with     fervent hope more than just meter or instinct     until I find Ezra Pound in...Read the rest...

To the hands that held copper in red, gleaming red in open palms brimming in value, like gold To these hands of faith with utensils and bowls stone upon stone was restored. To the eyes that wept tears in streams, silver streams and saw...Read the rest...