martes, 29 de diciembre de 2009

Ezra Pound

The Encounter

All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
Of a Japanese paper napkin.

Dawn

As cool as the pale wet leaves
Tof lily-of-the-valley
She lay beside me in the dawn.

Francesca

You came in out of the night
And there were flowers in your hand,
Now you will come out of a confusion of people,
Out of a turmoil of speech about you.

I who have seen you amid the primal things
Was angry when they spoke your name
In ordinary places.
I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind,
And that the world should dry as a dead leaf,
Or as a dandelion see-pod and be swept away,
So that I might find you again,
Alone.

Portrait d'Une Femme

Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea,
London has swept about you this score years
And bright ships left you this or that in fee:
Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all things,
Strange spars of knowledge and dimmed wares of price.
Great minds have sought you- lacking someone else.
You have been second always. Tragical?
No. You preferred it to the usual thing:
One dull man, dulling and uxorious,
One average mind- with one thought less, each year.
Oh, you are patient, I have seen you sit
Hours, where something might have floated up.
And now you pay one. Yes, you richly pay.
You are a person of some interest, one comes to you
And takes strange gain away:
Trophies fished up; some curious suggestion;
Fact that leads nowhere; and a tale for two,
Pregnant with mandrakes, or with something else
That might prove useful and yet never proves,
That never fits a corner or shows use,
Or finds its hour upon the loom of days:
The tarnished, gaudy, wonderful old work;
Idols and ambergris and rare inlays,
These are your riches, your great store; and yet
For all this sea-hoard of deciduous things,
Strange woods half sodden, and new brighter stuff:
In the slow float of differing light and deep,
No! there is nothing! In the whole and all,
Nothing that's quite your own.
Yet this is you.













Fotografía: Richard Avedon (1958)

3 comentarios:

madison dijo...

Maravillosa fotografía.
Me gusta mucho Ezra Pound, aunque quizá esté mal visto decirlo. Hay personas a las que les produce rechazo solo escuchar su nombre.
Existe por ahí una entrevista realizada por Passolini. Genial.

jlmartin63 dijo...

Si una sola persona deja de leer a Ezra Pound o a Céline por fascistas, es igual de fascista y encima no sabe lo que se pierde.
Buscaré la entrevista de Pasolini, gracias.

madison dijo...

Pues sí chico, porque Viaje al fin de la noche, por ejemplo creo que es un gran libro.

pero ya sabes la moyoría lee o dice que lee al son de...la fachada o la moda o ye que sé.

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