Amidst the scent of cherry trees and
under the jasmine slivered moon
fainting
she pined, ANAXAGORAS, Fu Shi
for my lord him
who in the year 52, Gone With The Wind,
despite Cecil B. De Mill
as the silks of night rustled, OMPHALOS
as Blake's eyes rolled
blah usura kikes kill them Old Fordie
was
a
good
'un
OY TIZ
a man with no name
and Cythera to come
dew descends
on the hushed tent of night
credit rates Old Possum
2008/12/13 Robin Hamilton <[log in to unmask]>:
> From: "Jon Corelis" <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Saturday, December 13, 2008 9:31 PM
> Subject: Two Excerpts from the Pound/Fenollosa Noh
>
>
>> Two Excerpts from The Classic Noh Theatre of Japan by Ezra Pound and
>> Ernest Fenollosa
>>
>> i
>>
>> A moon hangs clear on the pine-bough.
>
> Pound was more succinct at times.
>
> Consider, for instance ...
>
> Spring ...
> Too long ...
> Golgotha ...
>
> Spanish Christian minimalist poetry, but.
>
> R.
>
> {Robert Graves' greatest objection to Pound was that he boxed badly, and had
> sweaty palms -- is this enough to condemn a Major Modernist Poet?
>
> Just wondering.
>
> C3P0}
>
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David Bircumshaw
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