قصيدة The Garden by Ezra Pound
Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall ,She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens And she is dying piece-meal .of a sort of emotional anemia
Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall ,She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens And she is dying piece-meal .of a sort of emotional anemia
You are clear ,O rose, cut in rock .hard as the descent of hail