Sunday

CANTO CXXIII by EZRA POUND


Ava piece a banana BOYZ sed the Commish
                                                                   PONG CHOOEY
Ternight yer in fer a real treat
                                        and alla manyata
            stripped down to her knees and there a mantle
            a mantle of finest ivory that Casticcini made or Ezra
Let us alone / or like Yeatsy "Let me
ALONE" and Radinbranath in Terhune
reading the Chicago papers and asking after Minsky
the burlesk Minsky BANG GONG          and the gold dust
                                                                            hit in the face
his teeth broken his gold teeth broken O Anna Magnani
the pity that has broken my doily
                SAITH Themis     and
    my rock garden is empty no flower
                nor beast pusheth
                                      because of phooey
                Phooey hath eaten my garden
                                      Evil the cowslip
                     and the gem
                          that are tainted with phooey
                                                dit Wang Chu
                                                          972 B.C.
And you will grow up to be a high commercial
So that people of esteem will read your verses
Then you shall return to this valley and teach eating
                          For who hath eaten phooey
                          Returneth not unto paradise
Dem mudder fuckers doan unnerstan me
Said princess Toy Ling A.D. 1922
Dey doan unnerstan nuttin but smut
That was the year the doves fell at Livorgno
Six thousand of them and Caspia walking among them
From morning till night until finally there was nothing
But her feet and then nothing
But her ankles as white as doves
                                      nothing but ankles moving
               I have brought these jewels to Mantua
               I have been fortunate in my choice of birds
   for this beak eateth phooey
                                                    PING CHONG
for this beak eateth Ping Chong phooey.

Kenneth Koch

3 comments:

  1. i was wondering is this written by kenneth Koch right?because in the book "The Art of Poetry: Poems, Parodies, Interviews, Essays and Other works, in page 99 the poem is attributed to Ezra Pound. Thank you.

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  2. It is written by Kenneth Koch. Signing it Ezra Pound is part of the parody.

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