A funny thing happened on the way to Wallace Stevens' later poetry

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A u was placed in the pond of Ezra Pound, a You, spelled out, over a lifetime, to exhaust
a u into a pond, a you that made and makes Ezra, an Ezra Pound.

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So I said I am Ezra
and the wind whipped my throat
gaming for the sounds of my voice
I listened to the wind
go over my head and up into the night
Turning to the sea I said
I am Ezra
but there were no echoes from the waves
The words were swallowed up
in the voice of the surf
or leaping over the swells
lost themselves oceanward
Over the bleached and broken fields
I moved my feet and turning from the wind
that ripped sheets of sand
from the beach and threw them
like seamists across the dunes
swayed as if the wind were taking me away
and said
I am Ezra
As a word too much repeated
falls out of being
so I Ezra went out into the night
like a drift of sand
and splashed among the windy oats
that clutch the dunes
of unremembered seas

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A or an Are R

Amens

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Ammon

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An or Are.


Anne Sexton.

I like her.

She gets a bad rap.

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You have to realize, before you can use language, before you can use allusions, that you are in the same boat as the and all that, artfully or just people, around you are,
and look at the water.

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The poets, they see Ezra Pound as dry. His thing, in poetry, is that he is dry.

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You can't, though you can, wake up in the morning and be dry.