The end of a long day, so today's is the appropriately titled 'Coda' by Ezra Pound.
Three (long) lines makes me wonder if you could call this a haiku - an nontraditional one for sure.
Anyway, I like what he is wondering in this poem. If a poem, if art, looks for meaning in all (the wrong?) places does it, perhaps, miss the beauty of the thing itself (the peoples' faces) for the hidden meaning it sees within?
Favorite line: "O my songs"
Thursday, August 1, 2013
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What do you think of today's poem?