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In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; petals on a wet, black bough.
Hay que blasfemar, o intentarlo, lo demás es pantomima, pufo e impostura, que puede funcionar un rato, pero se deshace en la tercera mirada.
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( 69 votes )
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What do you think this poem is about?
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
petals on a wet, black bough.
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