Imagist poetry.

I know that many would say that one should not talk about Pound, because he is a bad thinker, and look instead at his colleagues. But, they are far more accessible — this is a classic imagist poem, one phenonema.

Nothing more.

No allusion to other things. A common sight behind any hospital.

Between Walls

the back wings
of the
hospital where
will grow lie
in which shine
the broken
pieces of a green
William Carlos Williams

I prefer Pound at his most obscure.