A Street
Under red umbrellas with cream-white centres,
A procession of Geisha passes
In front of the silk-shop of Matsuzaka-ya.
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The Peddler of Flowers
I CAME from the country
With flowers,
Larkspur and roses,
Fretted lilies
In their leaves,
And long, cool lavender.
I carried them
From house to house.
And cried them
Down hot streets.
The sun fell
Upon my flowers.
And the dust of the streets
Blew over my basket.
That night
I slept upon the open seats
Streets
As I wandered through the eight hundred and eight streets of the city,
I saw nothing so beautiful
As the Women of the Green Houses,
With their girdles of spun gold.
And their long-sleeved dresses.
Coloured like the graining of wood.
As they walk.
The hems of their outer garments flutter open,
And the blood-red linings glow like sharp-toothed maple leaves
In Autumn.
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