[Made in Nippon.] Spirit of light, faint-hearted, Losing your sickly glare Almost before it's started, In the first rush of air; Or, if no wind is stirring, Still to your ways recurring. Boxes of you I've ravished, Trying to light a pipe. Language on you I've lavished, Some of it overripe, Yet you don't heed my scratches, Will-o'-the-wisp of matches. Strewn in my wake is lumber Ample to build a barn, Unlighted sticks in number Into the millions. Darn All the sad works of nations Dealing in imitations. "Made in Nippon," obscurely, Coyly your label states. "Tandstickor Swenska," surely, Boldly the print relates. That is what strikes me oddest -- Newer Japan grown modest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WITH BEST WISHES by DOROTHY PARKER DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 5. THE STEVEDORES by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE SLAVE AUCTION by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER RODGERSON'S DOUG by WILLIAM AITKEN BLOUDIE JACKE OF SHREWSBERRIE; THE SHROPSHIRE BLUEBEARD by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |