Empty are the ways,
Empty are the ways of this land
And the flowers
Bend over with heavy heads.
They bend in vain.
Empty are the ways of this land
Where Ione
Walked once, and now does not walk
But seems like a person just gone.
Ione, Dead the Long Year
Analysis, meaning and summary of Ezra Pound's poem Ione, Dead the Long Year
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