And then no more, I promise
This one from Ezra Pound
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
This one from Ezra Pound
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
2 comments:
Mu. Flowers are the poem.
Mu indeed. Still:
Giant squid gets loose
Rampages through Tokyo
Sakura get crushed.
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