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Even though he wrote two of the most memorable lines in the history of poetry, Ezra Pound will probably never escape his own anti-Semitic reputation. Is that a reason to disregard him? I don't think so. In recalling In a Station of the Metro, public transport the world over, almost becomes a little more bearable, but knowing Pound's prejudices, we now also hear, in parallel, the echo of cattle trucks on their way to Belsen and Auschwitz. Such a bleak reminder is no bad thing.





In a Station of the Metro
by: Ezra Pound

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