Mamma Mamma
[The photographs that I had seen in China showed nothing of this bustle of crowds peculiar to the West, a land which I had thought of as eaten up by geometry. The eaves of houses dropped. The roads were straight, the clothes stiff, the furniture square. The gardens of the palaces were proofs - not without beauty - of theorems.]
[Did the stars move in the delightful dance? In the curls of your hair, noble to behold before all women, lay shining sweetly a halo of stars.]