Wednesday, 11 April 2012

NaPoWriMo day ten: "Good poets borrow; great poets steal"

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;*
Shifting ghosts, gliding in and out of sliding doors.
Carrying briefcases, children, coffees,
their faces hazy, fleshy features morphing together,
moving in and out of private moments.  I slip in on their thoughts,
read the lines of facial creases like a text;
stranger’s faces become literature for the daily commute.

*From Ezra Pound's "In a Station of the Metro"

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