Poetry is a very complex art.... It is an art of pure sound bound in through an art of arbitrary and conventional symbols.
Ezra PoundAllow me to say that I would long since have committed suicide had desisting made me a professor of Latin.
Ezra PoundA people that grows accustomed to sloppy writing is a people in the process of losing grip on its empire and on itself.
Ezra PoundSong in the Manner of Housman" O woe, woe, People are born and die, We also shall be dead pretty soon Therefore let us act as if we were dead already. The bird sits on the hawthorn tree But he dies also, presently. Some lads get hung, and some get shot. Woeful is this human lot. Woe! woe, etcetera.... London is a woeful place, Shropshire is much pleasanter. Then let us smile a little space Upon fond nature's morbid grace. Oh, Woe, woe, woe, etcetera.
Ezra Pound