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Friday, October 22, 2004

In A Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.

Ezra Pound

This is where I got my inspiration for my last stanza, from Ezra Pound's haiku, In A Station of the Metro. Sigh, I shall now enter my sacrophagus...Sleep well dear reader.

Yours truly
Aristocrat

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"My days have passed away, my thoughts are dissipated, tormenting my heart.
They have turned night into day,
and after darkness I hope for light again.
If I wait hell is my house, and I have
made my bed in darkness.
I have said to rottenness: thou art
my father; to worms, my mother and
my sister.
Where is now then my expectation,
and who considereth my patience?
All that I have shall go down into
the deepest pit: thinkest thou that there
at least I shall have rest?"

Job 17:11-16 dv.

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