Some are moving slowly Like the easy winds: Brown-blue, dull-green, the villages in the distance Sleep on the banks of the river: The waters sullenly clash and murmur. The chatter of the passersby, Is dulled beneath the grey unquiet sky. [68] [68] Yoshiwara Festival The green and violet peacocks With golden tails Parade. Beneath the fluttering jangling streamers They walk Violet and gold. The green and violet peacocks Through the golden dusk Showered upon them from the vine-hung lanterns, Stately, nostalgically,
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