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No further from me than my hand Is China that I loved so well; Love does not help to understand
The logic of the bursting shell. Perfect in dream above me yet
Shines the white cone of Fuji-San; I wake in fear, and weep and sweat . . .
Weep for Yoshida, for Japan. Logic alone, all love laid by, / Must calm this crazed and plunging star:
Sorrowful news for such as I, / Who hoped-wit h men just as they are, / Sinful and loving-to secure
A human peace that might endure.