Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

of 136

  • date post

    08-Apr-2018
  • Category

    Documents

  • view

    217
  • download

    0

Embed Size (px)

Transcript of Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    1/136

    Ganzoni&Ripostes

    Ezra Pound

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    2/136

    University of California Berkeley

    From the libraryof

    James D. Hart

    from themodern poetrycollection Mof James d hart

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    3/136

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    4/136

    Digitized by the Internet Archivein 2007 with funding from

    IVIicrosoft Corporation

    http://www.archive.org/details/canzoniripostesoOOpounrich

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    5/136

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    6/136

    BY THE SAME WRITERPERSONAEEXULTATIONSSONNETS AND BALLATEOF GUIDO CAVALCANTI

    LONDON: ELKIN MATHEWS, CoRK Street

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    7/136

    CANZONIRIPOSTESOFEZRA POUNDWHERETO ARE APPENDED THECOMPLETE POETICAL WORKS OF

    T. E. HULME

    LONDONELKIN MATHEWS, CORK STREETMCMXni

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    8/136

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    9/136

    tHANZONI

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    10/136

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    11/136

    TOOLIVIA AND DOROTHY SHAKESPEAR

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    12/136

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    13/136

    CONTENTSPAGECanzon : The Yearly Slain . . . . i

    Canzon: The Spear 3Canzon : To be sung beneath a Window . . 5Canzon: Of Incense 6Canzone : Of Angels . . . . . . 8To Our Lady of Vicarious Atonement . . 10To GuiDO Cavalcanti 11Sonnet in Tenzone 12Sonnet: Chi e Questa? 12Ballata, Fragment 13Canzon: The Vision 13Octave 15Sonnet : The Tally-Board 16Ballatetta 16Madrigale . . . . . . . .17Era Mea 17Threnos .... .... 18The Tree 18Paracelsus in Excelsis 19De Aegypto ....... 19Li Bel Chasteus . . . . . . .21Prayer for his Lady's Life (from Propertius) . 22Psyche of Eros 22

    vii

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    14/136

    * Blandula, Tenulla, Vagula " . PAGE 23Erat Hora 23Epigrams. I . . . . . 24

    II (The Sea of Glass)La Nuvoletta .... 24. 24Rosa Sempiterna 25The Golden Sestina . 25Rome (from Du Bellay)Her Image (from Leopardi)Victorian Eclogues. I. Excuses

    27. 28' 30

    II. Satiemus 31III. Abelard.... 32A Prologue 34Maestro di Tocar . . . , 36

    AriaL'ArtSong in the manner of Housman

    373738

    Heine, Translations from . 39Und Drang 43

    Vlll

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    15/136

    GANZONICanzon: The Yearly Slain

    (written in reply to manning's " KORE.")'' Et huiusmodi stantiae usus est fere in omnibus cantionibus suisArnaldus Danielis et nos eum secuti sumus."

    Dante, De Vulgari Eloquio^ II. lo.

    AH ! red-leafed time hath driven out the roseAnd crimson dew is fallen on the leafEre ever yet the cold white wheat be sownThat hideth all earth's green and sere and redThe Moon-flower 's fallen and the branch is bare,Holding no honey for the starry bees;The Maiden turns to her dark lord's demesne.

    II

    Fairer than Enna's field when Ceres sowsThe stars of hyacinth and puts off grief,Fairer than petals on May morning blownThrough apple-orchards where the sun hath shedHis brighter petals down to make them fairFairer than these the Poppy-crowned One flees,And Joy goes weeping in her scarlet train.

    I B

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    16/136

    Ill

    The faint damp wind that, ere the even, blowsPiling the west with many a tawny sheaf.Then when the last glad wavering hours are mownSigheth and dies because the day is sped ;This wind is like her and the listless airWherewith she goeth by beneath the trees.The trees that mock her with their scarlet stain.

    rv

    Love that is born of Time and comes and goes !Love that doth hold all noble hearts in fief!As red leaves follow where the wind hath flown,So all men follow Love when Love is dead.O Fate of Wind ! O Wind that cannot spare.But drivest out the Maid, and pourest leesOf all thy crimson on the wold again.

    Kor^ my heart is, let it stand sans glozeLove's pain is long, and lo, love's joy is brief!My heart erst alway sweet is bitter grownAs crimson ruleth in the good green's stead,So grief hath taken all mine old joy's shareAnd driven forth my solace and all easeWhere pleasure bows to all-usurping pain.

    VICrimson the hearth where one last ember glowsMy heart's new winter hath no such relief,Nor thought of Spring whose blossom he hath knownHath turned him back where Spring is banished.Barren the heart and dead the fires there,

    2

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    17/136

    Blow ! O ye ashes, where the winds shall please,But cry, '* Love also is the Yearly Slain."

    VIIBe sped, my Canzon, through the bitter airTo him who speaketh words as fair as these.Say that I also know the '* Yearly Slain."

    Canzon : The Spear"T"^IS the clear light of love I praiseX That steadfast gloweth o'er deep waters,A clarity that gleams always.Though man's soul pass through troubled waters,Strange ways to him are opened.To shore the beaten ship is spedIf only love of light give aid.

    That fair far spear of light now laysIts long gold shaft upon the waters.Ah ! might I pass upon its raysTo where it gleams beyond the waters.Or might my troubled heart be fedUpon the frail clear light there shed.Then were my pain at last allay'd.

    Ill

    Although the clouded storm dismaysMany a heart upon these waters,The thought of that far golden blazeGiveth me heart upon the waters,

    3

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    18/136

    Thinking thereof my bark is ledTo port wherein no storm I dreadNo tempest maketh me afraid.

    IVYet when within my heart I gazeUpon my fair beyond the waters,Meseems my soul within me praysTo pass straightway beyond the waters.Though I be alway banishedFrom ways and woods that she doth tread,One thing there is that doth not fade.

    Deep in my heart that spear-print stays,That wound I gat beyond the waters,Deeper with passage of the daysThat pass as swift and bitter waters,While a dull fire within my headMoveth itself if word be saidWhich hath concern with that far maid.

    VIMy love is lovelier than the spraysOf eglantine above clear waters.Or whitest lilies that upraiseTheir heads in midst of moated waters.No poppy in the May-glad meadWould match her quivering lips' redIf 'gainst her lips it should be laid.

    VIIThe light within her eyes, which slaysBase thoughts and stilleth troubled waters,

    4

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    19/136

    Is like the gold where sunlight playsUpon the still o'ershadowed waters.When anger is there mingledThere comes a keener gleam instead,Like flame that burns beneath thin jade.

    VIIIKnow by the words here mingledWhat love hath made my heart his stead,Glowing like flame beneath thin jade.

    CanzonTO BE SUNG BENEATH A WINDOW

    HEART mine, art mine, whose embracesClasp but wind that past thee bloweth ?

    E'en this air so subtly gloweth,Guerdoned by thy sun-gold traces,That my heart is half afraidFor the fragrance on him laidEven so love's might amazes

    Man's love follows many faces.My love only one face knowethTowards thee only my love floweth.And outstrips the swift stream's paces.Were this love well here displayed.As flame flameth 'neath thin jadeLove should glow through these my phrases.

    5

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    20/136

    T

    III

    Though I've roamed through many places,None there is that my heart trowethFair as that wherein fair growethOne whose laud here interlacesTuneful words, that I've essayed.Let this tune be gently playedWhich my voice herward upraises.

    If my praise her grace effaces,Then 'tis not my heart that showeth.But the skilless tongue that sowethWords unworthy of her graces.Tongue, that hath me so betrayed,Were my heart but here displayed.Then were sung her fitting praises.

    Canzon: Of IncenseIHY gracious ways. O Lady of my heart, have

    O'er all my thought their golden glamour castAs amber torch-flames, where strange men-at-armsTread softly 'neath the damask shield of night.Rise from the flowing steel in part reflected.So on my mailed thought that with thee goeth.Though dark the way, a golden glamour falleth.

    II

    The censer sways And glowing coals some art have6

  • 8/7/2019 Pound - Canzoni & Ripostes

    21/136

    To free what frankincense before held fastTill all the summer of the eastern farmsDoth dim the sense, and dream up through the light,As memory, by new-born love correctedWith savour such as only new love knowethThrough swift dim ways the hidden pasts recalleth.

    IllOn barren days,

    At hours when I, apart, haveBent low in thought of the great charm thou hast.Behold with music's many-stringed charmsThe silence groweth thou. O rare delight!The melody upon clear strings inflectedWere dull when o'er taut sense thy presence floweth.With quivering notes' accord that never palleth.

    IVThe glowing rays

    That from the low sun dart, haveTurned gold each tower and every towering mastThe saffron flame, that flaming nothing harmsHides Khadeeth's pearl and all the sapphire mightOf burnished waves, before her gates collectedThe cloak of graciousness, that round thee gloweth.Doth hide the thing thou art, as here befalleth.

    VAll things worth praise

    That unto Khadeeth's mart haveFrom far been brought through perils over-passed.All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarmsThe pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light'Gainst thy delights,