THE UNITY OF ONENESS

Celia, have you been to China?

There upon a mystic tree

Sits a bird who murmurs Chinese

Of the Me in Thee.

'Neath that tree of willow-pattern

Twice seven thousand scornful go

Paraphrasers and translators

Of the long-deceased Li-Po:

Chinese feelings swift discerning

Without all this time and fuss

Let us eat that bird, thus learning

Of the Him in Us!

[!-- H2 anchor --]

Amy Lowell

(Fixing her glasses firmly on the rest of the Poetry Society in a way which makes them with difficulty refrain from writhing.)