Mrs. Someone's been to Asia, What she brought back would amaze ye. Bamboos, ivories, jades, and lacquers, Devil-scaring firecrackers, Recipes for tea with butter, Sacred rigmaroles to mutter, Subterfuge for saving faces, A developed taste in vases, Arguments too stale to mention Gainst American intervention; Most of all the mass production Destined to prove our destruction. What are telephones, skyscrapers, Safety razors, Sunday papers, But the silliest evasion Of the truths we owe an Asian? But the best of her exhibit Was a prayer machine from Tibet That by brook power in the garden Kept repeating Pardon, pardon; And as picturesque machinery Beat a sundial in the scenery - The most primitive of engines Mass producing with a vengeance. Teach those Asians mass production? Teach your grandmother egg suction. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 9 by JAMES JOYCE A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER TO CARMEN SYLVA (QUEEN OF ROUMANIA) by EMMA LAZARUS EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 2. ILLINOIS by CLARENCE MAJOR |