Blue mountains to the north of the walls,
White river winding about them;
Here we must make separation
And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.
Mind like a floating wide cloud,
Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances
Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance.
Our horses neigh to each others
as we are departing
Like one of Pound’s most famous poems,  In a Station of the Metro  these three lines are not actually a complete thought, but more so a presentation of am image, cool, removed, zen. Note that the images wander back and forth like the mind- a floating cloud, now focused on meandering thoughts, now sunset, now relations and separation. All the time, the poet refuses to draw forced conclusions or connections from what is happening around him . 
