Friday, April 16, 2010

petals on a damp, brown ground


I have now spent half

an hour finding that Ezra

Pound wrote haiku


with metaphors that

were far more subtle than I

can possibly build.


Nonetheless, campus

today was lit up by pink

petals fluttering.


[apologies, Ezra! But I thought of you when I saw the trees: semi-Oriental pink blossoms will do this in a very Pavlovian way...

IN A STATION OF THE METRO
The apparition of these faces in the crowd ;
Petals on a wet, black bough. ]

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