(Poem #115)In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. |
(SO WE BEAT ON, BOATS AGAINST THE CURRENT, BORNE BACK CEASELESSLY INTO THE PAST)
(Poem #115)In a Station of the Metro The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough. |
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