I call in the boy,
Have him sit on his knees to write and seal this,
And I send it a thousand miles, thinking.
(Translated by Ezra Pound from the notes of the late Ernest Fenollosa, and the decipherings of the Professors Mori and Araga.)
John Reed
SANGAR
To Lincoln Steffens
Somewhere I read a strange, old, rusty tale
Smelling of war; most curiously named
The Mad Recreant Knight of the West.