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Should I some day in person journey with it；
My honourable father would welcome his little son。
He would not see this worn and tattered one；
This lean and sorrowful son of the waterside。
He would not see this parchment face；
This figure without lustre。
He would see his little son who left him long ago；
For love would brush away the husk of years；
And leave a little child。
Of Worship and Conduct
At the corner of the Causeway on every seventh evening
Gathers the band of Salvation Army；
Making big noise of Washed…in…Blood…of…Lamb。
At temple in East India Dock Road
Men gather in white clothes； and sing；
And march with candles and pray to Lady。
At shop in Pennyfields； many times a day；
This person pays respect to Big Man Joss；
And burns to him prayer…papers and punk…sticks。
And all day long men toil for wife and child；
Wife suffer and stint to make bigger plate for child；
Child beg in street to get food for sick mother；
Sister wear ragged clothes for sake of little brother。
And none of these has bowed to Joss；
Or marched with candle；
Or washed in blood of Lamb。
Going to Market
Good morning； Mister； how do you do？
I am going to Salmon Lane； to the cheap market for dainty foods。
Won't you come with me； Mister？
I shall buy meat and fish and a loaf of bread；
And fresh fruit and potatoes；
I shall buy a cluster of flowers and a bottle of wine；
Some butter and some jam；
And biscuits； and nuts and candy。
For I give an English feast to…night to a friend with yellow curls；
And every dish will be cooked by me。
Into the pot will go sharp spices；
To flavour your English meats：
Cayenne and thyme； and sage and salt；
A sprig of parsley for garnish；
And some delicate bamboo shoots。
But the sweetest spice will not be seen；
It will leap from my heart to the pot as I stir it。
I am going to gather it on the way to the market
》From my own sweet thoughts and from elegant conversation
With notable misters。
Won't you come with me？
A Portrait
How shall I write of you； little friend；
To my father on the River of Serenity？
I will tell him of your twenty yellow curls
Tumbling in a cascade about your shoulders；
Your bright mouth and fine brow；
Lit by yet brighter eyes；
Where fireflies dance；
How in your cheeks you hold
The colours of the flower before its leaves unclose；
How the tones of your voice； sounding in my ears；
Float before my eyes like strings of lanterns；
How； when I look closely upon you；
I see my thoughts like a white river in your eyes；
How； as I walk down the street where you have trod；
The very stones are to me the smiles that you scatter as you pass。
How your look thrills my heart as a guitar thrills to the touch。
And I will tell him that you are not for me；
For you are white and I am yellow；
Unless； perchance； shame and disgrace fall upon you；
As it falls upon some girls of this quarter；
And your neighbours and friends pass by the other way。
Then； perhaps； it would be permitted to me
To render service to you。
On a Saying of Mencius
That was well said of Mencius：
The misfortunes of one are the entertainment of many。
When Prosperity attended the occasions of this person；
And his heart smiled within him；
He was regarded and received on all sides by his fellows
With attitudes of dignity and expressions of mandarin…like solemnity；
And his laughing heart could fetch no smile
To the faces of those about him。
But when； on a recent manifestation of evil spirits；
He was hailed before those in authority
And commanded to pay very many taels；
For the fault of possessing some morsels of chandu； the Great Tobacco；
And his heart was heavy and dark as a raincloud within him；
He was received on all sides
With attitudes of mirth and expressions of no…gravity。
Dockside Noises
There are in Limehouse many sounds；
A hundred different sounds by day and night。
The crash and mutter of the dockside railway；
The noise of quarrel； the noise of fist on face；
My country's songs； guitars； and gramophones；
The noise of boot on stone；
The noise of women bargaining their flesh；
The noise of singers in the ships；
Sounds of threat and sounds of fear；
Blasts of hammer and steel and iron；
The scream of syren； the wail of hooter；
The clangour of angry bells；
The boom of guns； the clatter of factories；
The panic of feet； and malevolent words。
All these sounds I know； and they disturb me not。
The sound that is to me most terrible；
That snatches slumber from me；
Is the sound that is most common：
The scream of a child at night。
Reproof and Approbation
Because I gave a piece of silk
To my friend of the golden curls；
One （may the dogs devour him） threw a stone at my window；
And hooted and jeered and made base noise with his mouth。
Nay； worse； this son of a sea…slug （may his line perish）
Hurled hard names at my friend；
Calling her Tart； and Flusey； and Tom； and； as we walked together；
Cried： ‘Watcher； Nancy； who's yer friend with the melon face
And the bug…eaten cabbage…leaf on his head？'
The lean and scurvy dog that slinks about Pennyfields
Flew in great fear at sight of this reprover of our doings；
And came to me； and rubbed itself against my shoe。
The Feast of Go Nien
We are now in the Pepper Month；
And soon will come the Feast of Go Nien。
Then I will pay my debts； and gather in my dues。
I will walk in the great procession；
And afterwards I will hang up my devil…chasers
And will proceed to the restaurant of Ng Tack；
And drink spring wine with him and meet my friends。
That evening I shall eat of the best：
Of chicken cream and pigeon in soy…ed；
With a brown noodle of pork and prawn；
And a curry of fish and a large Chung Goun；
Sweet onions； and black eggs and chow chow。
And when we have done；
We will have cakes and tea； and music and songs；
And call in our white friends to sit with us。
For this one day we shall be each to the other；
What the other would desire。
Perhaps it is well that this day
Occurs but once in the year's calendar；
For if we always so behaved； one to the other；
There would be no business done。
Directions for Making Tea
In making tchah for table； each man has his own way。
Some serve it dashed with lemon； and some with bamboo shoot；
And some with sugar； in the English way；
And some with spot of sam…shu。；
But when one offers tchah to distinguished visitor；
One offers the noble suey sen； and flavors it
With the dried bud of the noble chrysanthemum。
Consider these verses； little friend；
As cups of suey sen
Flavoured with the buds of the flower of all flowers。
Of Inaccessible Beauty
Ladies in elegant silks and laces
Have come at times to my insignificant shop；
For pieces of jade； or banners； or curious cuttings of ivory。
And I look with insufferable emotion
Upon their roseleaf skin；
And breathe the soft scents that flow from their garments；
And long to soothe their lily…fingered hands。
In their presence
I am seized with longings unutterable；
And am filled with a sickness of my present unkind estate。
But then I remember
That Beauty's not always a star；
Not always remote； not always in lofty places；
Chrysanthemum…cla