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After the first powerful plain manifesto
The black statement of pistons, without more fuss
But gliding like a queen, she leaves the station.
Without bowing and with restrained unconcern
She passes the houses which humbly crowd outside,
The gasworks and at last the heavy page
Of death, printed by gravestones in the cemetery.
Beyond the town there lies the open country
Where, gathering speed, she acquires mystery,
The luminous self-possession of ships o......
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Lin, a Chinese friend giggled,
at my rather laboured, say, feeble,
quest for apt description,
pedestrian attempt at Cantonese,
the Chinese word for butterfly,
or dragon even hue rich moth,
just vanished down the throat,
of one so eager yet befuddled,
turning graceful egg shell noodles,
under blazing spit fire lanterns,
our laughter rose and fell,
amid the sotto voce banter,
now abundantly in full speed train.
Me, the ever ...
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