Fox Footprints/Enough of intersecting city streets
Enough of intersecting city streets
And blank bare houses like a cabbage row—
Right now along white beaches that I know
The colored sea antiphonally beats,
And Chinese gods from their old golden seats
Look down on kneeling worshippers below,
Fuji's great brows are filleted with snow,
And in deep harbors flock the fishing fleets.
And blank bare houses like a cabbage row—
Right now along white beaches that I know
The colored sea antiphonally beats,
And Chinese gods from their old golden seats
Look 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 seems
That memories are more real than present times.
I wander down the crowded streets of dreams
And listen to long-silenced temple chimes,
And Time and Distance which oppressed my heart
Seem now but curtains I may draw apart.
That memories are more real than present times.
I wander down the crowded streets of dreams
And listen to long-silenced temple chimes,
And Time and Distance which oppressed my heart
Seem now but curtains I may draw apart.