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Triolet.

trail of torn rags
in a pretty rich rain
trawl runways
no protected nook

that castaway cart gone
i tracked & otherwise ignored
in the gray court ailing
leave a trail of torn rags

"The title poem, which may be interpreted as a symbolic description of China in the late 1920's, depicts a 'ditch of dead and hopeless water' on which 'no breeze can raise a ripple' and where 'beauty can never stay'."

"But cruel are the times when we are traitors
And do not know ourselves; when we hold rumor
From what we fear, yet know not what we fear,
But float upon a wild and violent sea
Each way and move..."

--Macbeth IV.2

Where Devils Weep.