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Bronzes
They ask me to handle bronzes
Kept by children in China
Three thousand years
Since their fathers
Took fire and molds and hammers
And made these.
The Ming, the Chou,
And other dynasties,
Out, gone, reckoned in ciphers,
Dynasties dressed up
In old gold and old yellow —
They saw these.
Let the wheels
Of three thousand years
Turn, turn, turn on.
Let one poet then