Visualizing Ezra Pound's Early Poetry: by Amardeep Singh

From the Saddle: D'Aubigne to Diane

[Intertextual: this poem is at least inspired by the medieval French writer Agrippa D'Aubigne -- his Hecatombe a Diane. It is possible that Pound's poem is a loose translation of one of D'Aubigne's love sonnets, though I have not been able to confirm that.]

Wearied by wind and wave death goes
With gin and snare right near alway
Unto my sight. Behind me bay
As hounds the tempests of my foes.
Ever on ward against such woes,
Pistols my pillow's service pay,
Yet Love makes me the poet play.
Thou know'st the rime demands repose,
So if my line disclose distress,
The soldier and my restlessness
And teen, Pardon, dear Lady mine,
For since mid war I bear love's pain
'Tis meet my verse, as I, show sign
Of powder, gun-match and sulphur stain.

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