Poem of the Week: “In the Old Age of the Soul”

Ha! You thought I forgot this week’s poem, didn’t you? Truth is, I almost did, but here I am! not missing my deadline.

Today, I was in the mood for Ezra Pound.

“In the Old Age of the Soul”

by Ezra Pound

I do not choose to dream; there cometh on me
Some strange old lust for deeds.
As to the nerveless hand of some old warrior
The sword-hilt or the war-worn wonted helmet
Brings momentary life and long-fled cunning,
So to my soul grown old—
Grown old with many a jousting, many a foray,
Grown old with many a hither-coming and hence-going—
Till now they send him dreams and no more deed;
So doth he flame again with might for action,
Forgetful of the council of the elders,
Forgetful that who rules doth no more battle,
Forgetful that such might no more cleaves to him
So doth he flame again toward valiant doing.

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3 thoughts on “Poem of the Week: “In the Old Age of the Soul”

    1. Isn’t it? I love Ezra Pound (his early stuff, anyway. I haven’t read much of his poetry from the 40’s and 50’s). He basically taught me how to write free verse. I can’t say I’m terribly good at it, but I’m learning!

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      1. Yes, its unique. Beautiful imagery and written.

        I have to admit that this is the first poem I have read by Ezra Pound but I will defiantly look up some more.

        You write free verse? I would love to read some of your writings. I dabble in a bit of poetry myself.

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