The “ Provenga ” of Ezra Pound, bound in pale, mustard-colored boards with black lines and lettering, is quaint of aspect, and the sensations of its readers will be like those of the men and women who, having lived in a world without Omar, suddenly met him in Fitzgerald’s version.W ' » 1 i ' • • IThe note may be Spanish, Provencal, or Greek, but it is always strange and haunting.