Pontalba, That is an amazingly beautiful poem, one of maybe two or three "bests" if I were into choosing bests. Maybe even the best of the best. It reaches right into my heart.
Yes. Melancholy, but the love, the true love! It just truly touched me.Don't think I've read anything by Ezra Pound before, an unusual poem, not sure if I like it or not, seems somehow a bit melancholy. Just noticed Peder's response, maybe I don't have a romantic soul!
Funny, I didn't find my Pound selection fundamentally sad. The love that existed between them overwhelmed all else in my eyes. I guess I only truly felt the positive vibes from it.
Eek! Full stop with that one!
"Don't know why that particular thought has stayed with me. "
You have others? :eyes popping:
Hmm, more Pound, but in his imagist and rather vague period (1913):
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.