Author: Ezra Pound

Cited by

• Ezra Pound Witemeyer, Hugh (1)
  • IN: The Poetry of Ezra Pound, Forms and Renewal (1969) Poetry, American
    EPIGRAPH: The deathless Forms, forms and renewal, gods held in the air Forms seen, and then clearness
    FROM: Canto 25, (1970), Poem, US
• Hugh Kenner (1)
  • IN: The poetry of Ezra Pound (1951) Poetry, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: A catalogue, his jewels of conversation
    FROM: Canto III, (1970), Poem, US
• Joseph Wambaugh (1)
  • IN: Echoes in the Darkness (1984) Fiction, American
    EPIGRAPH: I mate with my free kind upon the crags; the hidden recesses Have heard the echo of my heels, in the cool light, in the darkness.
    FROM: Tenzone, (1913), Poem, US
• Janet & Forbes, Eric (editor) Tay (1)
  • IN: Urban Odysseys: KL stories (2009) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: All great art is born of the metropolis.
    FROM: Letter to Harriet Monroe, (1913), Letter, US
• Mathias Énard (1)
  • IN: Zone (2008) Fiction, French
    EPIGRAPH: And then went down to the ship, Set keel to breakers, forth on the godly sea, and We set up mast and sail on that swart ship, Board sheep aboard her, and our bodies also
    FROM: Canto I, (1925), Poem, US
• Randy White (1)
  • IN: Captiva (1996) Thriller, Mystery, Suspense, American
    EPIGRAPH: What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage. . . .
    FROM: Canto LXXXI, (1948), Poem, US
• Margot Singer (1)
  • IN: Underground Fugue (2017) Fiction, British
    EPIGRAPH: M'amour, m'amour what do I love and where are you? That I lost my center fighting the world. The dreams clash and are shattered - and that I tried to make a paradise terrestre,
    FROM: Notes for Canto 117 et seq, (1969), Poem, US
• Megan Mayhew Bergman (1)
  • IN: Almost Famous Women (2015) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: Tis the white stag, Fame, we're a-hunting, bid the world's hounds come to horn!
    FROM: The White Stag, (1909), Poem, US
• Josef Skvorecky (1)
  • IN: The Engineer of Human Souls (1977) Fiction, NULL
    EPIGRAPH: What thou Lovest well remains, the rest is dross What thou lov'st well shall not be reft from thee What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage.
    FROM: "Lanto XXXI", (None), Poem, US