Do you remember reading Pound in school?
My teacher said his little two-line poem
was wonderful. At least I think that’s what
the teacher said. I said it was a waste
of time. An apparition of a poem
and didn’t listen, really didn’t care.
It was a measly little two line poem.
So faceless ghosts were riding on a train
of death to Neverland. So what? Who cares?
I certainly had better things to do
and think about than think about a poem
an idiot had written to be read
by other idiots. Well now it seems
that I’m an idiot and wonder how
he did it, how he packed so much into
those two short lines. When first I read it I
was standing at the station looking at
the train. I’m riding on it now and looking out,
and it’s a very different poem now.