
And The Days Are Not Full Enough
Ezra Pound
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass
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About the poem: I was surprised to learn that Ezra Pound had written something other than In a Station of the Metro, a poem that would make a great TV series, but which also constituted the sum and substance of everything I ever read by Ezra Pound before today. Then I sat down today to pick the poem, and I thought "I wonder what else Ezra Pound wrote?" So I looked up his poems, and I read one, which was only okay, and then I read this one, which I liked. So now I've read three Ezra Pound poems.

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