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Comment 60 of 180, added on March 4th, 2009 at 9:44 PM.
I feel as if the two lines mean the same things- like looking through a
mirror. The reflection is not you, it even looks slightly different
(mirrors show the reverse side) but it is still you in the glass.
While, apparitions aren't suppose to belong in human crowds- the dead is
not to be among the living.
Just like petals on a bough. A bough is a main branch (I searched it in the
dictionary), and petals are attached to flowers on trees, not attached to
trees. Those petals on the bough do not belong there- and there is even
evidence of this because the branch is "wet" as it would be after it rained
(hence washing of the petals onto the branch).
In other words, ghosts do not belong among humans as petals are not
attached (do not belong) to trees.
Yet, they are both quite visible. A crowd of people should make it even
more difficult to spot faces, yet your able to notice these faces. Petals
are usually bright colors (since they have to attract birds and insects)-
which makes them stand out on a "black bough".
I don't know though. The title is about metro stations...so....
petals could just be a metaphor for people waiting in a station for the
or the title could just, itself be compliment to all the above...
Oh well, poems always have multiple interpretations :DD.
I like it though. For a short poem, it has nice poetic "music".
Nancy from United States
Comment 59 of 180, added on February 18th, 2009 at 5:15 AM.
this poem is an analogy to the state of the modern man who always has the
feeling of alienation and anxiety despite his being inside the crowd it is
because of individualism am atomization in the metropolis
M ali from Turkey
Comment 58 of 180, added on December 20th, 2008 at 12:11 PM.
this poem makes you stop and think about life.
Lysabeth from United Kingdom
Comment 57 of 180, added on December 15th, 2008 at 7:25 AM.
i like this poem very much，because it makes me feel
some disppiont，but，in the second line，it makes me feel
some hope too.it shows me that this is the life，is full of ups and
Comment 56 of 180, added on December 9th, 2008 at 1:54 PM.
Having experienced the hardships of WWI and being very aware of the
psychological pain endured by many of the returning Vets. This poem is in
honor of the Veterans and writes of their return to society as "apparitions
in the crowd" and "Petals on a wet, black bough."
Jose from United States
Comment 55 of 180, added on October 31st, 2008 at 5:09 PM.
Well ... it's a very short poem. Perhaps knowing it by heart would help
advance your education?
"Petals on a wet, black bough" always reminds me of redbud blooming in
from United States
Comment 54 of 180, 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 180, 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 180, 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 180, 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
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