Paraphrase of Ezra Pound's "Portrait d'une Femme."

Portrait d'une Femme by Ezra Pound is a blank verse. I believe that it is a poem that illustrates the emptiness and drabness of the life of a cultured woman that seems to be surrounded by all beautiful objects. In the first couple of lines, he states: "Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea, / London has swept about you this score years / And bright ships left you this or that in fee." He is …

…has beauty. Her beauty is within, and no one is able to see it. "No! there is nothing! In the whole and all / Nothing that's quite your own / Yet this is you." He finally came to realize that as much as you want her to truly be a goddess and be radiant with virtue, she is only a woman lacking identity and fulfillment. It appears that her environment structures her. <Tab/>