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Comment 54 of 154, added on April 21st, 2008 at 11:17 AM.
When i read this poem i see Pound retelling the tale of Persephone and
Hades/Pluto. Persephone is trapped in hell with apparitions or ghosts all
around her in a crowd. When she is gone all the plants stop growing and
die. (her mother, Demeter, is the goddess of vegetation and when she is sad
nothing grows) Then she comes back up to earth and with her return, there
is the first petal on a wet, black bough.
ezra Pound is really just retelling the story of Persephone and Pluto.
alanna from United States
Comment 53 of 154, added on March 5th, 2008 at 8:28 PM.
When I read this I find myself imagining I'm at a wake. I put myself in the
perspective of the recently departed staring out at the onlooking crowd of
mourners. The petals and bough are both part of the floral surroundings
brought in memory, the wetness naturally from tears.
Rob Cameron from United States
Comment 52 of 154, added on February 25th, 2008 at 10:34 PM.
What do u ppl see in this poem that is interesting? This is a measely
2 lines that if I wrote in 2nd grade, my teacher would yell at me
StevieWonder from Bangladesh
Comment 51 of 154, added on January 21st, 2008 at 8:31 PM.
This is my all time favorite poem. Pound's poignant writing evokes so much
emotion. Another poet that wrote almost during the same era was William
Carlos Williams, The Red Wheel Barrow and some of his other poetry use
their short seemingly trivial words to paint a picture of a much more
emotive quality than email or response we write here. W.C.Williams has a
poem that was derived from an apologetic note he wrote his wife about
eating some plums she had been saving. A moment of day to day life puts
forth so much beauty that it's hard for us to see, but Pound shows that he
can find it, even among the drab commuters in the Metro station.
Celeste from United States
Comment 50 of 154, added on January 4th, 2008 at 12:15 PM.
tomorrow I'm gonna have a test in this ugly poem
struggling to make up.
Comment 49 of 154, added on October 19th, 2007 at 8:48 PM.
When I read it closing my eyes and got these feelings:
Time was stopped.And these faces was trapped in this very motionless
space.Tose faces come from the places I never know and they will go to a
place I will not know.In a society with quicken social mobility,these faces
seems to be strangers I once familar with.It contains a feeling of
uncertainty.But at the same time,those faces are so beautiful like "Petals
on a wet,black bough",and I'm lost in the very cross as if many souls are
moving towards evere directions carried wiyh their different
dreans,cultures,ideas,enmotions and so on.I just watch and wonder"Where
shoud I go?".Slowly these faces fade like flowers,finally disapper,then go
to a death.I feel deperate and be astonished about the beauty built on
Betty from China
Comment 48 of 154, added on May 16th, 2007 at 8:07 PM.
I've written several poems myself of this style by using intense imagery.
You can actually read the title as a line; it works perfectly. Imagine
when everyone wore black suits and had white faces. This poem is dead on.
To Comment 45, keep in mind the apparition is not the contrast, so much as
the portrayal of all the faces. They might not be contrasting, and in my
opinion, probably not contrasting with each other so much as the background
Chris from United States
Comment 47 of 154, added on May 11th, 2007 at 2:34 PM.
Pound the genius shines forth in this epigram. Like JM Coetzee said, a
world of feeling can be compressed into one line. for a full representation
of Pound, read the Cantos (with the help of Kenner's books).
from South Africa
Comment 46 of 154, added on February 5th, 2007 at 10:18 AM.
this poem is okayy i have read better tho.
N_I_K_K_I from United States
Comment 45 of 154, added on March 8th, 2006 at 9:57 PM.
I think this is a great nice and short poem. Btw for those who cant
understand it, cmon what u talking about? "Apparition of these faces in the
crowd"=the contrast of the faces in the crowd, must be talking about color.
What sort of contrast? Now think about "petals, on a wet black bough" and
it's easy to imagine what kind of faces on what kind of background. Not
only the color, I bet the faces 've gotta be beautiful too (adding its
contrast to the bg) it will look even prettier. Like petals on wet black
so much for just two lines.
Zen from Australia
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