Homage to Quintus Septimius Florentis ChristianusAuthor(s): Ezra PoundSource: Poetry, Vol. 8, No. 6 (Sep., 1916), pp. 280-281Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20570902 .

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POETRY: J Magazine of Verse

HOMAGE TO QUINTUS SEPTIMIUS FLORENTIS CHRISTIANUS

Ex Libris Graecae I

Theodorus will be pleased at my death, And someone else will be pleased at the death of Theodorus: And yet every one speaks evil of death.

Incerti Auctoris II'

This place is the Cyprian's, for she has ever the fancy To be looking out across the bright sea; Therefore the sailors are cheered, and the waves Keep small with reverence,

beholding her image. Anyte

III

A sad and great evil is the expectation of death And there are also the inane expenses of the funeral; Let us therefore cease from pitying the dead For after death there comes no other calamity.

Palladas IV Troy

Whither, 0 city, are your profits and your gilded shrines, And your barbecues of great oxen, And the tall women, walking your streets, in gilt clothes, With their perfume in little alabaster boxes? Where are the works of your home-born sculptors?

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Homage to Quintus Septimius Florentis Christianus

Time's tooth is into the lot, and war's and fate's too. Envy has taken your all Save your douth and your story.

Agathias Scholasticus

V

Woman? Oh, woman is a consummate rage, but dead or

asleep she pleases. Take her-she has two excellent seasons.

Palladas

VI Nicharcus upon Phidon his doctor

Phidon neither purged Ine, nor touched me; But I remembered the name of his fever medicine and died.

DANS UN OMNIBUS DE LONDRES

Les yeux d'une morte aimee M'ont salue. Enchasses dans un visage stupide Dont tous les autres traits etaient banals, Ils m'ont salue.

Et alors je vis bien des choses Au dedans de ma memoire

Remuer, S'eveiller.

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