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/ Through the turbulent servility / Of a churlish city street / He strides opaquely; nothing in his walk / Resembles an advancing gleam. / His legs are muffled iron / Stubbornly following even thoughts, / His gaily pugnacious head / Seems worried because no dread / Remains for it to slay. / His eyes hold an austerity / That recalls itself while leaping, / And often melts into amusement. / The bent poise of his body / Tells of walls that threw him back, / Only to crumble underneath / The stunned friendliness of his face. / Through the angularly churlish street / He walks, and stoops beneath the captured weight / Of eyes that do not see him.