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Pastiche

The poet arrives
In a city of silence,

Is invited to dine
By a spy in a sparkling mask.

Here is the porcelain
Pipe of hashish,

Here yellow carp
With the names of clouds.

It forms like smoke,
A poem in his mind

Of items like toys:
A pine, a slanting roof,

Now bare, now clothed in snow.