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Comment 50 of 180, 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 180, 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 180, 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 180, 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 180, 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 180, 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
Comment 44 of 180, added on March 7th, 2006 at 12:48 PM.
How would you all inturpret the poem if Pound was actually on the train if
it had been entering the station?
from United States
Comment 43 of 180, added on February 27th, 2006 at 12:18 PM.
I think this was a pretty good poem, though short. It provides us with good
Sharon from United States
Comment 42 of 180, added on February 26th, 2006 at 10:45 AM.
This poem is like looking at a slide in a laboratory with the naked eye and
then putting it under a microscope. To those who can't see anything in this
poem, keep on looking, you will. Or try going on the
metro/tube-train/underground-railway and just stand there and watch.
Memorize the three lines, say them to yourself as you observe the faces you
may never see again. Think of Spring, all the millions of petals of blossom
actually on the boughs. Think of people's lives, transient and fragile as
petals. Birth, blooming, dying, getting on and off at different stations in
their lives, in your life, ghosts, memories, all aboard the train of life,
all clinging precariously for a brief moment on the tree of life. Are you
getting there? Buy the ticket, take a ride, you've nothing to lose but your
F. Philip Holland from United Kingdom
Comment 41 of 180, added on February 24th, 2006 at 11:24 PM.
Poems don't matter on quantity but on quality.
Ezra Pound wrote a poem comparing two different, concrete things. This poem
can have a million different
interpretations but this is what I believe is the literal level.
First, I read the Title, In A Station of the Metro; how to describe the
Metro? Dark, dingy, isolated, underground.
Then something comes by..a dark, speeding, dingy train and he sees
something not so dark, crowds of peoples faces, bursts of color everywhere.
This reminds him of bright petals on ebony limbs, and he emphasizes the
darkness by saying the bough was wet.
So Ezra is comparing two things but the fun part is when you try to think
of what his "hidden" meanings are.
Katie from United States
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