Monday, November 21, 2011

In a Station of the Metro

THE apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
-Ezra Pound

I find this poem beautiful because it is so minimal. There are no extra words, but the images overlap to create this beautiful picture in your mind. Every words is perfect and is just where it needs to be. It is a tiny poem, but it is so meticulously thought through.

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