Through each of this thin maid's
Fine-spoke aesthetic
I can particularize.
Each set of voicings, for
High bidding apprize.
Streamy in mood, but o'er
Small rock as to have
Glaze-ware for to detail.
Or glass-etched with pathos
Mist-hung; shades assail.
For restraint, that's bound up
In a nation's soul
Of all sound-depicture.
In my mind's cabinet
Locked up to endure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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