A brief Affair, let’s call it love
Disappearing as quickly as it arose.
What did I say? What did I do?
I thought I had found my way home
But when I opened my eyes, I was still at the bus stop
Wishing you were still here to hold me
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Both beatiful and sad
Sorry to hear that
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I like that poem it conveys a strong feeling in not too many words. Great job
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@anon8091425 @Owl82 thanks, glad you liked it
apparitions on a bus window.
trying to think of the poet.
I might Google it.
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
-Ezra Pound.
he was jailed. Shouldn’t have been so stupid against Jews, but they all were stupid.
Allen Gingsberg got him out, a Jew himself.
Ezra did many things for other poets, too bad he blew it.
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I had to Google Ezra Pound. I’ve heard the name, but no context. Sounds like an interesting individual
yeah, he brought all thru Imagism, the current trend, H.D. and Amy Lowell, many others, travelling was cheap, and zines wer cheap.
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Very cool 12345
Can you imagine meeting having a somewhat samovar with Freud?
He made H.D. cry, Why don’t you want me?
Here she was lesbian. my gawd.
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he wanted all to adjust, do the primal thing. ha.
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