Brēeze

Swaying branches,

         many rustling

            leaves

   no(t a )thing to (the) imagination.

Imagine—Imagism!

Imagism—something Ezra £ started with and later didnot mention. One may call it a movement of sorts, if you want. It was to do with the precision of imagery with clear, sharp language. Throw the image onto a canvas—with words.

Simplicity

    with eas(z)e

    with Nature’s breeze.

Trees sway so effortlessly and rhythmically in a breeze. A dance or a song? A merry little tune. Amazing how it goes—back and forth. And the leaves. Like a huge Mexican wave. Órale!

Ezra £= Ezra Pound (October 13, 1885—November 1, 1972)