Part I: Life Stories Part II: His Poems and Great contributions Part III: One Of My Favourite Part IV: My Poem Part

Ezra Pound (1885 - 1972) • Part I: Life Stories • Part II: His Poems and Great contributions • Part III:One Of My Favourite • Part IV: My Poem • Part V: The End

Part I: Life Stories Category: America Literature Born: October 30, 1885 Hailey, Idaho, United States Died: November 1, 1972 Venice, Italy

Part I: Life Stories spent his formative years in Wyancote→ receiving a degree in 1905→ teaching Romance Languages at Wabash College→

Part I: Life Stories travelled to Spain, Italy and England（founded the Imagist movement in poetry at this time）→ In 1924 he moved to Italy and became involved in Fascist politics(I have to say sorry ）→

Part I: Life Stories In 1946, he was acquitted, deemed unfit for trial→ won his release from the hospital in 1958→ returned to Venice, where he died, a recluse, in 1972.＠

Part II: His Poems and Great contributions • Ezra Pound is generally considered the poet most responsible for defining and promoting a modernist aesthetic in poetry. His own significant contributions to poetry begin with his promulgation of Imagism, a movement in poetry which derived its technique from classical Chinese and Japanese poetry - stressing clarity, precision, and economy of language, and foregoing traditional rhyme and meter in order to, in Pound's words, "compose in the sequence of the musical phrase, not in the sequence of the metronome."

Part Ⅱ: His Poems and Great contributions Come On! Let's Come To Some Of His Poems i’ The Garden Like a skien 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.

See, they return; ah, see the tentative Movements, and the slow feet, The trouble in the pace and the uncertain Wavering! See, they return, one, and by one, With fear, as half-awakened; As if the snow should hesitate And murmur in the wind, and half turn back; These were the "Wing'd-with-Awe," Inviolable. Gods of the wingèd shoe! With them the silver hounds, sniffing the trace of air! Haie! Haie! These were the swift to harry; These the keen-scented; These were the souls of blood. Slow on the leash, pallid the leash-men! Part Ⅱ: His Poems and Great contributions The Return ii’

Winter is icummen in, Lhude sing Goddamm, Raineth drop and staineth slop, and how the wind doth ramm, Sing: Goddamm. Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, An ague hath my ham. Freezeth river, turneth liver, Damn you, sing: Goddamm. Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm, So 'gainst the winter's balm. Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm, Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM. Part Ⅱ: His Poems and Great contributions Song iii’

Part Ⅲ: One Of My Favourite A Girl  The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast- Downward, The branches grow out of me, like arms. Tree you are, Moss you are, You are violets with wind above them. A child - so high - you are, And all this is folly to the world.

Part Ⅲ: One Of My Favourite Because of the difficulty of words, living surroundings and other things, I could not even read one of his poems completely from the beginning to the end .Later, I went to some BBS webs in the US. I find that many people liked the poem . It’s very touching . When one loves a girl as much, her personality and person grows on you, envelopes you, and possesses you, much like moss's effect on a tree. Another facet - the beauty of trees, comparable to the beauty of a girl.At last I don't find the poem difficult to interpret - it leaves much room for creative interpretation.

Part Ⅳ:Come to My Poembut do not laugh REMEMBER Remember me when I am going away, Going far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand Nor I half turn to go , half turning stay.

Part Ⅳ: My Poem Remember me when there are no more day by day You can tell me the future that you’ve planned Only remember me ; you will understand Then it will be late to counsel or pray. But if you just forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve. For if the past life full of darkness Can leave me some of the thoughts that I once had I’d like better that you forget and smile Than that you remember and be sad.

Part Ⅴ: The End When we come to Pound’s poems, we may always find difficulties. But we can at last find the meanings in his poems. It needs more hard work and more reading. Donald Lyons examines Pound's place among the literary giants of the 20th century in this article from The New Criterion (June 1999):"As a figure in the early history of modernism, Pound is central, inspiring, intriguing. He edited The Waste Land; he serialized some chapters of Ulysses ... Another fact that I choose Pound is that he did much to study Chinese poems. In his The Cantos, he dispersed Chinese characters on the pages. He seems to have intended to form collage pattern with visual arrangement of letters and with juxtapositions of Chinese characters and alphabetical letters.

I hope that one day I can really understand Ezra Pound’s Poetry. 制作者：曹龙 04022010 Thank you!

Part I: Life Stories Part II: His Poems and Great contributions Part III: One Of My Favourite Part IV: My Poem Part