In a Station of the Metro by Ezra Pound

The apparition of these faces in the crowd:

Petals on a wet, black bough.

How hauntingly pretty.

I’m picturing a blur of flushed, indistinguishable faces rushing by, reflected in puddles on concrete wet with rain.

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