Bond poems
Ezra pund, 30 october 1885 - 1 november 1972, an american poet and literary critic, is also one of the leading representatives of the imaging poetry movement, a member of the american school of arts and arts, a key figure in english and american modern literature, with multiple identities of poets, translators, critics and editors, with a wealth of life experience. Bond and elliot were the same leading figures of late-stage symbolic poetry, and he made a remarkable contribution to the replicas of east-west poetry by sending out the theory of “poetry images” from chinese classical poetry and japanese quotes. He was born in hayley, idaho, and studied american history, classical literature and romans literature at the university of pennsylvania. He was subsequently transferred to hamilton university for further studies. Bond turned to fascism in his late years and travelled to italy before the outbreak of world war ii, where he organized an anti-american radio station in support of mussolini. He was arrested for treason and, by counsel of his best friends, successfully evaded trial for treason before being held at elizabeth hospital in washington for 13 years. He was later released and returned to italy, where he died on 1 november 1972 in venice. Bond's pictology and late symbolicism have influenced modern poetry. In 1913, bond, in cooperation with flint, published an article in the poetry, entitled imagingism, and created a few “nos” by the imaging activists, formally presenting the poetry outline of the imaging movement and making it public. The symbolic poetry campaign promoted by bond has ushered in a new era of modern british and american poetry, the core idea of which is the image. Bond brought china's traditional poetry culture into western modern literature and promoted the flourishing of the new american poetry movement. He has found infinite inspiration in chinese poetry and japanese quotes and has introduced the theory of “poetry,” which has contributed to the cross-fertilization of east-west poetry culture。
In a status of the metro the application of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black hard.
"a subway station."
These faces appear like ghosts in the crowd
A bouquet of petals, a damp and black branch
My lover was happy and kind, but not easy to meet。
"longline"
Readers should be dynamic people。
The book should be a light ball in your hand。
Man reading should be man innocent alive.
The book should be a ball of light in one's hand.
Your favorite talent lasts forever, and the rest is bad。
We saw you in everything at the beginning of the year
I'm angry with them
Say your name。
I met you in everything at the beginning of the year
She lay beside me like a white and wet suzuran/cool petals/dawn。
Provence morning song
Real education must be limited to men who inside on knowing.
Real education can ultimately be confined to those who insist on understanding. The rest is just sheep。
Please write that down, when i'm finished:
“he was tired of fame long before he became famous.”
The cemetery
It is not thought that matters, but depth。
Oh, i who have seen you amid the physical things
Was angry when they spoke your name
I saw you in everything at the beginning
# and i'm angry #
They say your name in the world
Francesca
No light on me, you say nothing, day after day。
Akasha's side
It's not enough
The night is not full enough
Life slips like a rat
The grass doesn't shake
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And live slips by like a field move
Not sharing the gass
"i know a mystery about fragmentation:
People who know each other are geographically dispersed.”
You're the tree, you're the moss, you're the violet of the wind. You're a child -- so tall, all of this is considered foolish。
"girls."
