The Poems of Ezra Pound

Possibly the father of Imagism, the Ezra Pound poems I've selected closely resemble haikus.

In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.

Alba

As cool as the pale wet leaves
of lily-of the valley
She lay beside me in the dawn.




The Encounter

All the while they were talking the new morality
Her eyes explored me.
And when I rose to go
Her fingers were like the tissue
Of a Japanese paper napkin.

Works Cited: "Ezra Pound." Poem Hunter.com. N.p., n.d. Web. 3 Jun 2010.