In a Station at the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
by Ezra Pound, perhaps the original imagist poet. Read more about the poem here.
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4 comments:
This exercise was more difficult than it seemed to be at first.
Rush hour freeways from the air
nomad beetles swarming over asphalt trails
Doves coo on the power line
a chorus for the mockingbird's aria
This is a hard one. I've been thinking for 15 minutes and have yet to come up with anything good.
Judy, yours are great.
the whirling sun
leaves ginko strewn
on the sidewalk
Cement buildings cracking the sky;
Gray grass reaching for the sun.
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