[Made in Nippon.] Spirit of light, faint-hearted, Losing your sickly glare Almost before it's started, In the first rush of air; Or, if no wind is stirring, Still to your ways recurring. Boxes of you I've ravished, Trying to light a pipe. Language on you I've lavished, Some of it overripe, Yet you don't heed my scratches, Will-o'-the-wisp of matches. Strewn in my wake is lumber Ample to build a barn, Unlighted sticks in number Into the millions. Darn All the sad works of nations Dealing in imitations. "Made in Nippon," obscurely, Coyly your label states. "Tandstickor Swenska," surely, Boldly the print relates. That is what strikes me oddest -- Newer Japan grown modest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOOK OF STONES AND LILIES by AMY LOWELL FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JAMES GARBER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE CHARGE OF THE BREAD BRIGADE by EZRA POUND THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER by JOHN CROWE RANSOM |