Pretzels and Bullfights at dVerse Poets Pub today is on track of modernism, taking for example In a Station of the Metro, a two-line poem by Ezra Pound.
I am frequently infuriated by reading a poem that has gone on for about 200 words more than it should have, so I’m all for brevity in poetry.
An analysis of the poem linked here: says “The poet is watching faces appear in a crowded metro (subway) station. You wouldn’t know it only from reading the poem, but we’re in Paris, which means that everyone looks really nice.”
A Metro Station in Paris
is a very crowded place –
all human life is there.
It could contain a lovely face;
not only but also
an ugly mug or two or a million
fat bodies, thin, tall, and short.
Squinting could distort the view
to make them blurred
but there’s no way,
or so I’ve heard,
that every one looks really nice.
I’ve said it once, I’ll say it twice,
two lines do not a poem make
that’s true in nearly every case
but once in a while I’ve found,
synchronicity or Pound
occurs to create a little miracle.