IMAGIST POEMS

 

 

The Pool

Are you alive?
I touch you.
You quiver like a sea-fish.
I cover you with my net.
What are you - banded one?

-- H.D.

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Alba

 As cool as the pale wet leaves
of lily-of-the-valley
She lay beside me in the dawn.

Ts'ai Chi'h

The petals fall in the fountain,
the orange-colored rose-leaves,
Their ochre clings to the stone.
 

In a Station of the Metro

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

 

The Jewel Stairs' Grievance

The jewelled steps are already quite white with dew,
It is so late that the dew soaks my gauze stockings,
And I let down the crystal curtain
And watch the moon through the clear autumn.

-- Ezra Pound

 

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Haikus

I.
Night lies beside me,
Chaste and cold as a sharp sword.
It and I alone.

II.
Staying in my room,
I thought of the spring leaves.
That day was happy.

-- Amy Lowell

 

 

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.

 

Poem

As the cat
climbed over
the top of
the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot
carefully
then the hind
stepped down
into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot

-- William Carlos Williams

 

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Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

-- Carl Sandburg