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The apparition of these faces in the croud;
petals on a wet, black bough.

Symbollism: I think that the last line, "petals on a wet, black bough", means that all of these people in this crowd are just little peices of a dark and slippery world. That no one is truly different and we all have the same purpose.

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Blue, blue is the grass about the river
And the willows have overfilled the close garden.
And within, the mistress, in the midmost of her youth.
White, white of face, hesitates, passing the door.
Slender, she puts forth a slender hand;

And she was a courtezan in the old days,
And she has married a sot,
Who now goes drunkenly out
And leaves her too much alone

Overall Trends: In most of Pounds poem he tends to talk about women a lot. Possibly single women or lonely women.

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It rests me to be among beautiful women
Why should one always lie about such matters?
I repeat:
It rests me to converse with beautiful women
Even though we talk nothing but nonsense,

The purring of the invisible antennae
Is both stimulating and delightful.

Personal Connection: In this poem Pound is asking why it is so bad to talk to beautiful women. I relate to this poem because I enjoy talking to different people apart from who I normally would talk to, and I dont undewrstand why it should be questioned.

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The girl in the tea shop
Is not so beautiful as she was,
The August has worn against her.
She does not get up the stairs so eagerly;
Yes, she also will turn middle-aged,
And the glow of youth that she spread about us
As she brought us our muffins
Will be spread about us no longer.
She also will turn middle-aged.

Asthetic Appreaciation: All of Pounds poems are old. They have an old vibe to them which personally I am not a fan of. But this one has the most modern tone compared to the rest so I appreciate it more.

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Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are.
Come, my friend, and remember
that the rich have butlers and no friends,
And we have friends and no butlers.
Come, let us pity the married and the unmarried.

Dawn enters with little feet
like a gilded Pavlova
And I am near my desire.
Nor has life in it aught better
Than this hour of clear coolness
the hour of waking together.

Choice of Words: "Garret" is a top-floor or attic room, especially a small dismal one (traditionally inhabited by an artist). These rooms tend to have a cheap/poor vibe to it. So throughout the poem Pound expresses that even though you may be poor or have very little to offer, that does not mean that you live a poor life.

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No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately.

I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness,

For my surrounding air hath a new lightness;

Slight are her arms, yet they have bound me straitly

And left me cloaked as with a gauze of æther;

As with sweet leaves; as with subtle clearness.

Oh, I have picked up magic in her nearness

To sheathe me half in half the things that sheathe her.

No, no! Go from me. I have still the flavour,

Soft as spring wind that’s come from birchen bowers.

Green come the shoots, aye April in the branches,

As winter’s wound with her sleight hand she staunches,

Hath of the trees a likeness of the savour:

As white their bark, so white this lady’s hours.

Structure of the poem: Pound wrote the poem in the form of a Petrarchan. The first half of the poem uses an "abbaabba" rhyme scheme and the second part uses a "cdeecd" rhyme scheme.

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Golden rose the house, in the portal I saw
thee, a marvel, carven in subtle stuff, a
portent. Life died down in the lamp and flickered,
caught at the wonder.

Crimson, frosty with dew, the roses bend where
thou afar, moving in the glamorous sun,
drinkst in life of earth, of the air, the tissue
golden about thee.

Green the ways, the breath of the fields is thine there,
open lies the land, yet the steely going
darkly hast thou dared and the dreaded aether
parted before thee.

Swift at courage thou in the shell of gold, casting
a-loose the cloak of the body, earnest
straight, then shone thine oriel and the stunned light
faded about thee.

Half the graven shoulder, the throat aflash with
strands of light inwoven about it, loveliest
of all things, frail alabaster, ah me!
swift in departing.

Clothed in goldish weft, delicately perfect,
gone as wind ! The cloth of the magical hands!
Thou a slight thing, thou in access of cunning
dar'dst to assume this?

Geographical

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I stood still and was a tree amid the wood,
Knowing the truth of things unseen before;
Of Daphne and the laurel bow
And that god-feasting couple old
that grew elm-oak amid the wold.
'Twas not until the gods had been
Kindly entreated, and been brought within
Unto the hearth of their heart's home
That they might do this wonder thing;
Nathless I have been a tree amid the wood
And many a new thing understood
That was rank folly to my head before.

Use of Imagery: As I read this poem, I believe that Pound was in the woods, possibly hiding in the woods, and he was able to see people even though those people didn't know he could see them. He knows things that people do not think he knows about.

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