The Bad Road

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Title:     The Bad Road
Author: Edward Powys Mathers [More Titles by Mathers]

I have seen a pathway shaded by green great trees,
A road bordered by thickets light with flowers.

My eyes have entered in under the green shadow,
And made a cool journey far along the road.

But I shall not take the road,
Because it does not lead to her house.

When she was born
They shut her little feet in iron boxes,
So that my beloved never walks the roads.

When she was born
They shut her heart in a box of iron,
So that my beloved shall never love me.

From the Chinese.

[The end]
Edward Powys Mathers's poem: Bad Road

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