Verses at The Coming of Spring

 

SURGIT FAMA 

 by 

EZRA POUND 

There is a truce among the gods,

Kore is seen in the North

Skirting the blue-gray sea

In gilded and russet mantle.

The corn has again it's mother and she, Leuconoe,

That failed never women,

Fails not the earth now.

The tricksome Hermes is here;

He moves behind me

Eager to catch my words,

Eager to spread them with rumour;

To set upon them his change

Crafty and subtle;

To alter them to his purpose;

But do thou speak true, even to the letter:

-Once more in Delos, once more is the altar a-quiver.

Once more is the chant heard.

Once more are the never abandoned gardens

Full of gossip and old tales.-