Chao Wen played the lute.
Shih Kuang wielded the stick
Hui Tzu argued,
leaning against a tree
Emanating vibrations of force which altered
When mingled with perfumes: does this signal to us
Our Manichaeism? the unspoken language
Of the country roads round Galway perhaps,
Or Manchuria? Carpe noctem. All is Way.
The world stands there ready like a leaping fish.
The lamp of beauty; of farness and stillness.
In every gate a city. Repeating to give the impression of repeat
In the Saxon wood. That eventually did them in,
Looking at the thin luminous green upright rectangle
Placed between the military surgeon and his cat.
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