| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 283. N. Y. |
| | | By Ezra Pound |
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| 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! | |
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| 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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