Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red firetruck moving tense unheeded to gong clangs siren howls and wheels rumbling through the dark city.
I used to like this poem a lot, and I used to think it was a genius creation of an image in words, which it is. However, after considering this idea a bit, I have come to the conclusion that I have a discontentment with the so called movement in poetry called Imagism, in which Mr. Williams worked, and that is this; Where is the substance?
I mean, I get it. I see the golden image of the number 5 on the moving firetruck, but does it have any depth? Does it have any substance? Does it have any emotion? Does it have any meaning other than the mundane image embedded in it? If it does, I fail to see it.
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I used to like this poem a lot, and I used to think it was a genius creation of an image in words, which it is. However, after considering this idea a bit, I have come to the conclusion that I have a discontentment with the so called movement in poetry called Imagism, in which Mr. Williams worked, and that is this; Where is the substance?
I mean, I get it. I see the golden image of the number 5 on the moving firetruck, but does it have any depth? Does it have any substance? Does it have any emotion? Does it have any meaning other than the mundane image embedded in it? If it does, I fail to see it.
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