| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | N. Y. | | By Ezra Pound |
| | | MY City, my beloved, my white! | |
| Ah, slender, | |
| Listen! Listen to me, and I will breathe into thee a soul. | |
| Delicately upon the reed, attend me | |
| Now do I know that I am mad, | 5 |
| For here are a million people surly with traffic; | |
| This is no maid. | |
| Neither could I play upon any reed if I had one. | |
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| My city, my beloved, | |
| Thou art a maid with no breasts, | 10 |
| Thou art slender as a silver reed. | |
| Listen to me, attend me! | |
| And I will breathe into thee a soul. | |
| And thou shalt live for ever. | | | | |
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