In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
Paraphrase: The crowd milling at the metro station seems one mass, yet faces emerge briefly, almost like ghosts. I see them individually, as unique as petals defined by droplets of water and by their brilliant color against wood turned black by rain.
"JAWS" GUTSY
5 years ago
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