Poem by Ezra Weston Loomis Pound

The Encounter

All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
Of a Japanese paper napkin.

1. Ballad of the Goodly Fere
2. Ione, Dead the Long Year
3. Alba
4. Song in the Manner of Housman
5. The Tree

Helen Cone The Encounter ("There's a wood-way winding high")

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