Red knights, brown bishops, bright queens,
Striking the board, falling in strong -L's of
colour.
Reaching and striking in angles,
holding lines in one colour.
This board is alive with light;
these pieces are living in form,
Their moves break and reform the pattern:
luminous green from the rooks,
Clashing with -X's of queens,
looped with the knight-leaps.
-Y' pawns, cleaving, embanking!
Whirl ! Centripetal ! Mate ! King down in the
vortex,
Clash, leaping of bands, straight strips of hard
colour,
Blocked lights working in. Escapes. Renewal of
contest.
The Game Of Chess
Ezra Pound
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Poem topics: green, light, red, king, bright, brown, strong, hard, straight, break, colour, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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