In a station of the Metro

[mycatis]

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

I have to write a page about this poem! I dont even know where to start. I'm not asking anyone to write it for me (honest lol) but any ideas on what sort of stuff I could write?
Thanks x x

[Clanad]

Pound's In a Station of the Metro appears to be haiku in it's writing style... this is discussed often and you could use that view in a paper on the subject.  Keep in mind that, in the April 1913 issue of Poetry these lines appeared thusly: 

                    In A Station of the Metro

      The apparition     of these faces   in the crowd

      Petals    on a wet, black    bough   

Pound, apparently used this device to accent the haiku nature as well as to try to paint a visual image of people coming and going on a metro platform.  Having said that, I would write for the audience.  Is this a high school or college assignement.  The empasis should reflect to whom you are writing.  In my humble opinion...

 

 

[Clanad]

Not sure why my construction appears as it does, but just imagine it without all the lines drawn through...

[mycatis]

LOL Er thanks Clanad (I think) :-)

[Clanad]

mycatis, I seem to have confused you... sorry if the answer was complicated... why don't you check at these web sites for further ideas:

http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/m_r/pound/metro.htm

http://eir.library.utoronto.ca/rpo/display/poem1657.html

http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/319.html

http://www.princeton.edu/~paw/archive_old/PAW97-98/09-0211/0211feat.html

Good luck!

[mycatis]

They are great, thank you Clanad, didn't mean to sound ungrateful. LOL

[Tatty Rollox]

"Wind subsiding, the flowers still fail,
Bird crying, the mountain silence deepens"

This mood is the same as "in a station of the Metro", and is of the same vortex from which, and through which, and into which, ideas are constantly rushing. It is something to do with the equation which governs the circle. It is the circle. It is not a particular circle, it is any circle and all circles, but it may not be a tangible circle. However, it is nothing that is not a circle. It is the circle free of space and time. It is the universal circle, expanding and diminishing and existing and not existing in perfection.

The above is the first paragraph of my attempt to provide clear ideas on "in a station of the Metro" when up popped Clanad's answer. I think that the paragraph clarifies my own thoughts pretty well, so will leave it at that and will conclude by just attaching this photograph of the station which started it all.

[jamesy boy]

Not a classical Haiku, due to the nature of the line/syllable structure. However, the imagery is particularly melancholy.The faces are an apparition, like a ghost, and are compared to petals in rain.This duality is common in Haiku; two images, seemingly disparate, one as a metaphor for the other.

 Have a look at some Haiku sites, there's loads!