<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391207" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Homage To Sextus Propertius - XI</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1<br>The harsh acts of your levity!<br>Many and many.<br>I am hung here, a scare-crow for lovers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2<br>Escape! There is, O Idiot, no escape,<br>Flee if you like into Ranaus,<br>desire will follow you thither,<br>Though you heave into the air upon the gilded Pegasean back,<br>Though you had the feathery sandals of Perseus<br>To lift you up through split air,<br>The high tracks of Hermes would not afford you shelter.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Amor stands upon you, Love drives upon lovers,<br>a heavy mass on free necks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is our eyes you flee, not the city,<br>You do nothing, you plot inane schemes against me,<br>Languidly you stretch out the snare<br>with which I am already familiar,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet again, and newly rumour strikes on my ears.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rumours of you throughout the city,<br>and no good rumour among them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You should not believe hostile tongues.<br>'Beauty is slander's cock-shy.<br>'All lovely women have known this,'<br>'Your glory is not outblotted by venom,'<br>'Phoebus our witness, your hands are unspotted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A foreign lover brought down Helen's kingdom<br>and she was led back, living home;<br>The Cytharean brought low by Mars' lechery<br>reigns in respectable heavens, . . .</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, oh, and enough of this,<br>by dew-spread caverns,<br>The Muses clinging to the mossy ridges;<br>to the ledge of the rocks:<br>Zeus' clever rapes, in the old days,<br>combusted Semele's, of Io strayed.<br>Oh how the bird flew from Trojan rafters,<br>Ida has lain with a shepherd, she has slept between sheep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even there, no escape<br>Not the Hyrcanian seaboard, not in seeking the shore of Eos.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All things are forgiven for one night of your games. . . .<br>Though you walk in the Via Sacra, with a peacock's tail for a fan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ezra+Pound">Ezra Pound</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391207" data-title="Homage To Sextus Propertius - XI de Ezra Pound" data-description="1 The harsh acts of your levity! Many and many. I am hung here, a scare-crow for lovers. 2 Escape! There is, O Idiot, no escape, Flee if you like into Ranaus, desire will follow you thither, Though you heave into the air upon the gilded Pegasean ..."></div> </div> </div>

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