The Garden En robe de parade. - Samain Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, And she is dying piece-meal of a sort of emotional anaemia. And round about there is a rabble Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor. They shall inherit the earth. In her is the end of breeding. Her boredom is exquisite and excessive. She would like some one to speak to her, And is almost afraid that I will commit that indiscretion.
Ezra PoundReligion I have defined as "Another of those numerous failures resulting from an attempt to popularize art".
Ezra PoundTechnique is the test of sincerity. If a thing isn't worth getting the technique to say, it is of inferior value.
Ezra PoundThe Image is more than an idea. It is a vortex or cluster of fused ideas and is endowed with energy.
Ezra Pound