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Excerpt from The Chinese Nightingale and Other Poems
A Song in Chinese Tapestries How, how, he said. Friend Chang, I said, San Francisco sleeps as the dead Ended license, lust and play Why do you iron the night away? Your big clock Speaks with a deadly sound, With a tick and a wail till dawn comes round. While the monster shadows glower and creep.
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