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| Albert Gleizes, The City and the River |
O river of my heart polluted
and defamed I have compared you
to that other lying in
the red November grass
beginning to be cleaned now
from factory pollution
Though at night a watchman
must still prowl lest some paid hand
open the waste sluices——
That river will be clean
before ever you will be
(W.C.W.)
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