My City, my beloved, my white! Ah, slender, <br />Listen! Listen to me, and I will breathe into thee a soul. <br />Delicately upon the reed, attend me! <br /> <br />Now do I know that I am mad, <br />For here are a million people surly with traffic; <br />This is no maid. <br />Neither could I play upon any reed if I had one. <br /> <br />My City, my beloved, <br />Thou art a maid with no breasts, <br />Thou art slender as a silver reed. <br />Listen to me, attend me! <br />And I will breathe into thee a soul, <br />And thou shalt live for ever.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/n-y/
