Wednesday, October 3, 2007

The Garden

Ezra Pound (1913)

En robe de parade.samain

Like a skein 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 anæmia.

And round about there is a rabble
Of 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.

1 comment:

dan said...

a skein is "A length of thread or yarn wound in a loose long coil" ... or "a complex tangle"

Kensington Gardens is in London

poem taken from Writing Poems by Robert Wallace