Thursday, March 22, 2007

One more poem for spring blossoms



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.

2 comments:

zen said...

Mu. Flowers are the poem.

MENBAH! said...

Mu indeed. Still:

Giant squid gets loose
Rampages through Tokyo
Sakura get crushed.