Ezra Pound

Ezra Pound’s poetry focuses on the use of simple and clear language – just a few words to paint the picture. A few of his poems have really stuck with me due to the images they inspire:

In a Station of the Metro

The apparition       of these faces       in the crowd   :
Petals      on a wet, black    bough   .



A Girl

The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast –
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child – so high – you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

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