And his arms and legs. The only faces
Are a river and a mountain
And two laughing farmers.
The smile of Hokusai
is under his hat.
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Sand of the sea runs red
Sand of the sea runs yellowWhere the moon slants and wavers.
THREE violins are trying their hearts.
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(For S. A.)TO write one book in five years
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The little girl saw her first troop parade and asked,
‘Soldiers.’‘What are soldiers?’‘They are for war. They fight and each tries to kill as many of the other side as he can.’The girl held still and studied.‘Do you know . . . I know something?’‘Yes, what is it you know?’‘Sometime they’ll give a war and nobody will come.’