Tuesday, November 01, 2005

L'Art by Ezra Pound

Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth,
Crushed strwberries! Come, let us feast our eyes.


There is an interesting choice of words in this poem, and for a poem so short there is a lot there. There are the two images of food the "egg-white cloth" and the "crushed strawberries," which both fit well with the next line "Come, let us feast our eyes." The choice of the word feast is deliberate since she uses food imagry, but at the same time it is curious that she uses this word since she also described the are as "Green arsenic smeared." Obviously arsenic is poison and not something that you would want to feast upon. Since she is talking about a painting I am not sure what message she is trying to get across. The painting is both tempting and dangerous. I think that it might be symbolic of things in life that are tempting to us but can also harm us as well. I like how in this poem Ezra Pound was dirsct and too the poiint and was able to be extremely clever in only two lines.

7 Comments:

Blogger Matt said...

I liked this because all the imagery seems to clash together, creating a cool contrast. However, the poem itself has some structure to it with its pentameter. I don't think I get this either, but it just seems like its just weird for the sake of being weird.

9:36 PM  
Blogger Lilan said...

ooh! it's an "efrastic" poem!

3:27 PM  
Blogger Michael Overton said...

This poem is interesting in its simplicity. I feel that the poem describes strawberries on an "egg-white cloth". it would be a perfect picture to feast oppon. But not konwing about the green arsenic (rat poision which is arsenic comes in green squares) would kill the person who just wanted some strawberries. I think that you said that some things may be dangerous but appealing. this is more of appealing, but will kill you type of thing. arsenic isnt just dangerous, its deadly.

8:41 PM  
Blogger brianne fong said...

Like the other comments, I loved the contrasts made in the poem. Colors truly are food for the eyes. Everyone always thinks that eyes can only see, but they fail to remember that facination of awesome sights first happen through the eyes.

10:44 AM  
Blogger Mark Lim said...

not to rain on your parade but Pound was a guy. Secondly, it's "ekphrastic".

10:16 AM  
Blogger Jade B said...

I have seen the piece of artwork this poem is about, it is featured at the National Gallery of Victoria in Melbourne. Unfortunately, I did not take note of the name but it was truly a feast for the eyes. The whole canvas was a blood orange/plum colour and contained extremely subtle shades between the two. Directly horizontally through the middle was a streak of white about two inches in width. Some people saw nothing in this abstract piece of art, but many others saw everything.

3:12 AM  
Blogger Vinay Green said...

Ezra Pound is a Man!

9:47 PM  

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