In 1912, Ezra Pound was in a metro station at La Concorde in Paris. He was struck by the scene, and wanted to capture it in a poem. He wrote 30 lines, but was unsatisfied with them. Six months later, he tried to cut it down to size, but was still unsatisfied. Six months after that, he finally managed to consolidate the poem into a form that pleased him, a form that left the poem just 14 words long.
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.
Now that’s poetry. Raw, imaginative poetry.