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Anecdote of Canna Huge are the canna in the dreams of X, the mighty thought, the mighty man. They fill the terrace of his capitol. His thought sleeps not. Yet thought that wakes In sleep may never meet another thought Or thing . . . Now day-break comes . . . X promenades the dewy stones, Observes the canna with a clinging eye. Observes and then continues to observe. Anecdote of Men by the Thousand The soul, he said, is composed Of the external world. There are men of the East, he said, Who are the East. There are men of a province Who are that province. There are men of a valley Who are that valley. There are men whose words Are as natural sounds Of their places As the cackle of toucans In the place of toucans. The mandoline is the instrument Of a place. Are there mandolines of Western mountains? Are there mandolines of Northern moonlight? The dress of a woman of Lhassa, In its place, Is an invisible element of that place Made visible.
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