Interlude

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Title:     Interlude
Author: Eunice Tietjens [More Titles by Tietjens]

It is going to be hot here.
Already the sun is treacherous and a dull mugginess is
    in the air. I note that winter clothes are shedding
    one by one.
In the market-place sits a coolie, expanding in the
    warmth.
He has opened his ragged upper garments and his
    bronze body is naked to the belt.
He is examining it minutely, occasionally picking at
    something with the dainty hand of the Orient.
If he had ever seen a zoological garden I should say
    he was imitating the monkeys there.
As he has not, I dare say the taste is ingrained.
At all events it is going to be hot here.
  The Village of the Mud Idols

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Eunice Tietjens's poem: Interlude

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