Fox Footprints/Enough of intersecting city streets
Enough of intersecting city streetsAnd blank bare houses like a cabbage row—Right now along white beaches that I knowThe colored sea antiphonally beats,And Chinese gods from their old golden seatsLook down on kneeling worshippers below,Fuji's great brows are filleted with snow,And in deep harbors flock the fishing fleets.
Am I bewitched? for in some way it seemsThat memories are more real than present times.I wander down the crowded streets of dreamsAnd listen to long-silenced temple chimes,And Time and Distance which oppressed my heartSeem now but curtains I may draw apart.