This is a small poetry club that started as a poetry email exchange between two friends. Our goal is to read a poem everyday, and this blog is one way to help keep us accountable. There is only one valid rule in poetry club: there are no rules in poetry club. Read any poem, in any order, with any or no interactions. You decide. We only suggest you read poetry!
16 Feb 2019: "In a Station of the Metro" by Ezra Pound
I'm not sure of this is supposed to be referencing a fire or something? Why is the bough black, but the petals are wet?
Pound is a famous imagists poet, and this is a good example. The ghostly faces in the crowd are turned into the petals of the black wet tree so efficiently.
I'm not sure what it means, but I like my black from a fire and wet from putting out the fire.
I'm not sure of this is supposed to be referencing a fire or something? Why is the bough black, but the petals are wet?
ReplyDeletePound is a famous imagists poet, and this is a good example. The ghostly faces in the crowd are turned into the petals of the black wet tree so efficiently.
I'm not sure what it means, but I like my black from a fire and wet from putting out the fire.