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    Canzoni & Ripostes Whereto are appended the Complete Poetical Works of T.E. Hulme
    Canzoni & Ripostes Whereto are appended the Complete Poetical Works of T.E. Hulme
    Canzoni & Ripostes Whereto are appended the Complete Poetical Works of T.E. Hulme
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    Canzoni & Ripostes Whereto are appended the Complete Poetical Works of T.E. Hulme

    By T. E. Hulme and Ezra Pound

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    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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      Canzoni & Ripostes Whereto are appended the Complete Poetical Works of T.E. Hulme - T. E. Hulme

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      Title: Canzoni & Ripostes

             Whereto are appended the Complete Poetical Works of T.E. Hulme

      Author: Ezra Pound

              T.E. Hulme

      Release Date: May 24, 2012 [EBook #39783]

      Language: English

      *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK CANZONI & RIPOSTES ***

      Produced by Andrea Ball & Marc D'Hooghe at

      http://www.freeliterature.org (Images generously made

      available by the Internet Archive)

      CANZONI & RIPOSTES

      OF

      EZRA POUND

      WHERETO ARE APPENDED THE

      COMPLETE POETICAL WORKS OF

      T.E. HULME

      LONDON

      ELKIN MATHEWS, CORK STREET

      M CM XIII

      CANZONI

      TO

      OLIVIA AND DOROTHY SHAKESPEAR

      CONTENTS

      CANZON: THE YEARLY SLAIN

      CANZON: THE SPEAR

      CANZON: TO BE SUNG BENEATH A WINDOW

      CANZON: OF INCENSE

      CANZONE: OF ANGELS

      TO OUR LADY OF VICARIOUS ATONEMENT

      TO GUIDO CAVALCANTI

      SONNET IN TENZONE

      SONNET: CHI È QUESTA?

      BALLATA, FRAGMENT

      CANZON: THE VISION

      OCTAVE

      SONNET: THE TALLY-BOARD

      BALLATETTA

      MADRIGALE

      ERA MEA

      THRENOS

      THE TREE

      PARACELSUS IN EXCELSIS

      DE AEGYPTO

      LI BEL CHASTEUS

      PRAYER FOR HIS LADY'S LIFE (FROM PROPERTIUS)

      PSYCHE OF EROS

      BLANDULA, TENULLA, VAGULA

      ERAT HORA

      EPIGRAMS. I.

      II. (THE SEA OF GLASS)

      LA NUVOLETTA

      ROSA SEMPITERNA

      THE GOLDEN SESTINA

      ROME (FROM DU BELLAY)

      HER IMAGE (FROM LEOPARDI)

      VICTORIAN ECLOGUES. I.

      II. SATIEMUS

      III. ABELARD

      A PROLOGUE

      MAESTRO DI TOCAR

      ARIA

      L'ART

      SONG IN THE MANNER OF HOUSMAN

      HEINE, TRANSLATIONS FROM

      UND DRANG

      CANZON: THE YEARLY SLAIN

      (WRITTEN IN REPLY TO MANNING'S KORÈ.)

      "Et huiusmodi stantiae usus est fere in omnibus cantionibus suis

      Arnaldus Danielis et nos eum secuti sumus."

      DANTE, De Vulgari Eloquio , II. 10.

      I

      Ah! red-leafed time hath driven out the rose

      And crimson dew is fallen on the leaf

      Ere ever yet the cold white wheat be sown

      That hideth all earth's green and sere and red;

      The 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 sows

      The stars of hyacinth and puts off grief,

      Fairer than petals on May morning blown

      Through apple-orchards where the sun hath shed

      His brighter petals down to make them fair;

      Fairer than these the Poppy-crowned One flees,

      And Joy goes weeping in her scarlet train.

      III

      The faint damp wind that, ere the even, blows

      Piling the west with many a tawny sheaf,

      Then when the last glad wavering hours are mown

      Sigheth and dies because the day is sped;

      This wind is like her and the listless air

      Wherewith she goeth by beneath the trees,

      The trees that mock her with their scarlet stain.

      IV

      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 lees

      Of all thy crimson on the wold again,

      V

      Korè my heart is, let it stand sans gloze!

      Love's pain is long, and lo, love's joy is brief!

      My heart erst alway sweet is bitter grown;

      As crimson ruleth in the good green's stead,

      So grief hath taken all mine old joy's share

      And driven forth my solace and all ease

      Where pleasure bows to all-usurping pain.

      VI

      Crimson the hearth where one last ember glows!

      My heart's new winter hath no such relief,

      Nor thought of Spring whose blossom he hath known

      Hath turned him back where Spring is banished.

      Barren the heart and dead the fires there,

      Blow! O ye ashes, where the winds shall please,

      But cry, Love also is the Yearly Slain.

      VII

      Be sped, my Canzon, through the bitter air!

      To him who speaketh words as fair as these,

      Say that I also know the Yearly Slain.

      CANZON: THE SPEAR

      I

      'Tis the clear light of love I praise

      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 openèd.

      To shore the beaten ship is sped

      If only love of light give aid.

      II

      That fair far spear of light now lays

      Its long gold shaft upon the waters.

      Ah! might I pass upon its rays

      To where it gleams beyond the waters,

      Or might my troubled heart be fed

      Upon the frail clear light there shed,

      Then were my pain at last allay'd.

      III

      Although the clouded storm dismays

      Many a heart upon these waters,

      The thought of that far golden blaze

      Giveth me heart upon the waters,

      Thinking thereof my bark is led

      To port wherein no storm I dread;

      No tempest maketh me afraid.

      IV

      Yet when within my heart I gaze

      Upon my

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