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Comment 4 of 64, added on September 9th, 2004 at 7:29 PM.
when i read this i think of all the ugliness i see when i sit at a bus
stop. for example, people are cruel, ugly, selfish, inpatient, etc.
although, in reality we are as beautiful as a flowers petals. we are as
easily damaged and affected by our enviroment as a flower; thus, causing an
unreal persona of the human race. or is it an unreal persona-are we just
truly wicked and cruel?
andrea
Comment 3 of 64, added on September 6th, 2004 at 8:49 PM.
The first line, which is the title, places us in an subway. Here we use
the senses of our imagination to place us there. Is the air heavy and
damp? Is the subway dark and smell of sweat and mildew? Before we even
read the second line we have become emotionally involved witht he people in
the subway.
The second line I see individual faces with the anticipation or experience
of the day displayed upon their faces. I see the beauty of what each
individual contributes to our daily lives and how we as a society rely on
one another, even if we are just "faces in the crowd."
The third line I saw the faces of Petals of a flower bringing beauty to an
otherwise dismal, wet and dark existence. Each petal being unique in it's
own way giving meaning and purpose to what would be a dark, depressing
world.
Robin Wright
Comment 2 of 64, added on August 27th, 2004 at 5:53 PM.
Este poema de Ezra Pound é o corolário de todas as teses sobre a
estética na poesia que Pound escreveu. É a perfeita imagem do imagismo,
é a perfeitíssima sintese da metonímia colocado em prática. Jamais na
poesia anglo-saxónica moderna houve um poeta que, com duas estrofes apenas
tenha criado tanto ( William Carlos Williams fez o mesmo mas com mais
estrofes no poema The Locust Tree.. ), e o que Pound criou foi a perfeita
exaltação da solitude dos rostos, de todos os rostos, na multidão,
metaforizando-os como um ramo húmido de flores tristes.
J.T.PARREIRA from Portugal
Comment 1 of 64, added on August 25th, 2004 at 6:41 PM.
Can't understand it? Read Yeats' 'The Two Trees'. He wrote this in a time
when imagism was emerging in place of symbolism. He uses Yeats' words and
molds them to his liking and changes the meaning of everything. The black
bough could represent death, while the petals could represent what was left
of a life or someone's life he once knew, hence the apparition in the
crowd. He could be reflecting on a memory.
Michelle
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when i read this i think of all the ugliness i see when i sit at a bus
stop. for example, people are cruel, ugly, selfish, inpatient, etc.
although, in reality we are as beautiful as a flowers petals. we are as
easily damaged and affected by our enviroment as a flower; thus, causing an
unreal persona of the human race. or is it an unreal persona-are we just
truly wicked and cruel?
andrea