In a Station at the Metro - Ezra Pound
The apparition of these faces in the crowd:
Petals on a wet, black bough.
Pound cheated, of course. In reading his poem without considering his explanation, you have no idea at all what it is he felt as he got off the Metro. At best he felt something. In his own way, all he's done is write "Ezra wuz here.". So through the use of descriptive language on how utterly inarticulate he found himself when trying to capture a specific connection he made in the privacy of his own head. I imagine this was a best effort at writing a poem that simultaneously documented his own feeling and tried to evoke the same feeling in the reader, the feeling itself having been simpler than the language he first tried to use to describe it.
