The apparition of these faces in the crowd; petals on a wet, black bough. in this poem, pound is comparing “faces in the crowd” to petals that are laying against a tree branch. drowning in the rain. withstanding a storm. floating through the night sky.

How can we make the world a better place, specifically towards discriminated people (lgbtq+ community, people of color, people with disabilities etc.) how can we make them change their view on people they call "different"? how can we get people to love one another despite how they look or who they love or where they are from? 2-3 paragraphs ! (ᵔᴥᵔ)