You came in out of the night
And there were flowers in your hand,
Now you will come out of a confusion of people,
Out of a turmoil of speech about you.

I who have seen you amid the primal things
Was angry when they spoke your name
IN ordinary places.
I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind,
And that the world should dry as a dead leaf,
Or as a dandelion see-pod and be swept away,
So that I might find you again,
Alone.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Ezra Pound's poem Francesca

2 Comments

  1. elkirat kamilia says:

    fan-piece for her imperial lord

  2. Jessica says:

    Francesca,beautiful muse. I have sympathized, wishing the world would blow away and I might find him alone, for once.

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