Ezra Pound Poem

Ballad for Gloom

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For God, our God, is a gallant foe 
That playeth behind the veil. 
I have loved my God as a child at heart 
That seeketh deep bosoms for rest, 
I have loved my God as a maid to man—
But lo, this thing is best: 

To love your God as a gallant foe
                            that plays behind the veil; 
To meet your God as the night winds meet
                            beyond Arcturus’ pale. 
I have played with God for a woman, 
I have staked with my God for truth,   
I have lost to my God as a man, clear-eyed, 
        His dice be not of ruth,
For I am made as a naked blade 
        But hear ye this thing in sooth: 
Who loseth to God as man to man   
      Shall win at the turn of the game. 
I have drawn my blade where the lightnings meet 
          But the ending is the same: 
Who loseth to God as the sword blades lose 
        Shall win at the end of the game.   
For God, our God, is a gallant foe
                              that playeth behind the veil. 
Whom God deigns not to overthrow
                            Hath need of triple mail.

Ballad of the Goodly Fere
Au Salon


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