Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
A ScholarEunice Tietjens
From “Profiles from China”
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On your head is a domed cap of black satin, and your supple hands with their long nails are piously folded.
You rock to and fro rhythmically.
Your voice, rising and falling in clear nasal monosyllables, flows on steadily, monotonously, like the flowing of water and the flowering of thought.
You are chanting, it seems, of the pious conduct of man in all ages;
And I know you for a scoundrel.
I listen attentively.