Ezra

Ezra

A Poem by Ken e Bujold

You wrote out of key
so long you forgot
what art was --

what moves men 
is not their hate but 
pain splashed love.

Seized by an urge
to seem free,
to weld the horse’s head

to a human carcass
you severed tactics,
cut from the ancient 

rules to oddly 
kept conclusions, 
dialogues to your self-

contained scent 
of a loathing --
refraining laughter 

other men felt 
but kept still  
through the darkness. 

Ken e Bujold

© 2022 Ken e Bujold


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I came to know of Ezra Pound, a major figure in the early modernist poetry movement by two friends who suggested I would like him. There was one poem in particular, entitled "In a Station of The Metro". I was awed by its simplicity, pretty much like the way I am awed by the cadence of your words before me. I have to agree with my good friend, Neville...this poem has yet to receive the acclaim it so richly deserves. Thank you for the inspiration you have given me!

Posted 1 Year Ago


Ken e Bujold

1 Year Ago

glad to have inspired Kelly. I have been a EP admirer for my entire adult life. He is the foundation.. read more


I don't know why these words have not yet received the acclaim I think they deserve .. but then that is just a sad reflection of what I fear is happening here at the cafe .. I sincerely hope that others will now follow in the wake I have made to its door ... becuz to quote L'Oreal ya worth it :)


Posted 2 Years Ago


Ken e Bujold

2 Years Ago

thanks Nev. It's all good, I don't labor under any illusion that Ezra is still be widely read. He sh.. read more

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Ken e Bujold

Somewhere in Ontario, Canada



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