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Ezra Weston Loomis Pound was an American expatriate poet, critic and intellectual who was a major figure of the Modernist movement in early-to-mid 20th century poetry.
Pound's The Cantos contains music and bears a title that could be translated as The Songs—although it never is. Pound's ear was tuned to the motz et sons of troubadour poetry where, as musicologist John Stevens has noted, "melody and poem existed in a state of the closest symbiosis, obeying the same laws and striving in their different media for the same sound-ideal - armonia."
In his essays, Pound wrote of rhythm as "the hardest quality of a man's style to counterfeit." He challenged young poets to train their ear with translation work to learn how the choice of words and the movement of the words combined. But having translated texts from 10 different languages into English, Pound found that translation did not always serve the poetry: "The grand bogies for young men who want really to learn strophe writing are Catullus and François Villon. I personally have been reduced to setting them to music as I cannot translate them." While he habitually wrote out verse rhythms as musical lines, Pound did not set his own poetry to music.
A surprising and fascinating collection—having read some of Pound's later works, I wasn't expecting the strong metrical patterns and lush, sometimes archaic, language to be found here. It's chock-full of historical and mythological references, some well known and some extremely obscure; not easy reading by any means (even for the kind of nerd who will read The Divine Comedy and "get" 9 out of 10 references).
All in all quite worthwhile; I'm looking forward to following the progression of Pound's career from the style of Personae to that of his later, more spare, works.
(Content cautions: some profane language, and a poem that seems to portray adultery positively.)
In spite of Political-Pound, I always want to like Poetical-Pound. (In A Station of the Metro IS well done, right?) I am usually underwhelmed. The last 3 weren't bad, though.