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.
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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous11:34 AM

    Mu. Flowers are the poem.

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  2. Christopher1:22 PM

    Mu indeed. Still:

    Giant squid gets loose
    Rampages through Tokyo
    Sakura get crushed.

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