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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