Ezra Pound’s poetry focuses on the use of simple and clear language – just a few words to paint the picture. While I’m not familiar with a great many of Pound’s poems, there are a few that have stuck with me due to the images they inspire:
In a Station of the Metro
The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast –
The branches grow out of me, like arms.
Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child – so high – you are,
And all this is folly to the world.