For we, which now behold these present days, Have eyes to wonder, but lack tongues to praise.
Tag: April
Poetry: Pound – In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd:Petals on a wet, black bough.Pound One of my favorite poems, "In a Station of the Metro" is a piece of Imagist poetry depicting the briefest moment of time in crisp language and quick emotion. While I seldom like modernist poetry, this one has always fascinated me. Unlike …
Madelyn Rose Craig 