Ezra declares the Terzanelle too long:
poems, Pound says, recall an instant image
without the aid of metrics in a song.
But life is brief and some it might enrage.
Those with a duller wit may need more time.
Poems, says Pound, recall an instant image.
Some tap their fingers, beating out the rhyme
Still, one forgets to choose the better word
who, duller witted as myself, take time.
Say no to words, sonorous, or absurd.
One must avoid abstractions in all ways.
Still, some forget to choose the better word.
Neophytes must practice and engage
the minutiae and fine point of his craft
but still avoid abstractions in all ways.
The imagist must cut things fore and aft.
Pound’s rules declare the Terzanelle too long.
The minutiae and fine point of his craft:
No need the aid of metrics in his song.