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Canto I - And then went down to the ship, Great bulk, huge mass, thesaurus; Ecbatan, the block ticks and fades out; The bride awaiting the god's touch; Ecbatan, City of patterned streets; again the vision: Down in the viae stradae, toga'd the crowd, and arm'd Rushing on populous buriness, and from parapets Looked down—at North Was Egypt, and the celestial Nile, blue-deep cutting low ...
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Inferno, Canto XXXIV - The Academy of American Poets is the largest membership-based nonprofit organization fostering an appreciation for contemporary poetry and supporting American poets. ... Detail of Domenica di Michelino's Dante and His Poem The author of La Commedia (The Divine Comedy), considered a masterwork of world literature ...
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Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd From wandering on a foreign strand! If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;— Despite those ...
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In 1949, while imprisoned for treason, Ezra Pound won the prestigious Bollingen Prize for Poetry for The Pisan Cantos, a sequence he began while in jail. He died, following a decade of silence, in 1972. The Cantos - "Say I take your whole bag of tricks, / Let in your quirks and tweeks, and say the thing's an art-form, / …and that the modern ...
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Inferno, Canto I. Dante Alighieri. Midway upon the journey of our life. I found myself within a forest dark, For the straightforward pathway had been lost. Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say. What was this forest savage, rough, and stern, Which in the very thought renews the fear. So bitter is it, death is little more;
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The Cantos, collection of poems by Ezra Pound, who began writing these more or less philosophical reveries in 1915. The first were published in Poetry magazine in 1917; through the decades, the writing of cantos gradually became Pound's major poetic occupation, and the last were published in 1968.
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