Ezra Pound Poems
In A Station Of The Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough.
Taking Leave Of A Friend
Blue mountains to the north of the walls,
White river winding about them;
Here we must make separation
And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.
Mind like a floating wide cloud,
Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances
Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance.
Our horses neigh to each others