Ezra Pound in My Dream

Stephen Kuusisto, Letters to Borges

Ezra Pound in my dream, the young poet

Resembled a singing cobbler—

Instead of shoes he held

Sheets of papyrus

One in each hand

Two stark white portals

Beckoned as if one could enter


& veins on pages

Words & omens



Theban scrimshaw

Flesh perfected

Diagrams of possible life


Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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