124 You scattered with your breath my town, which I constructed In haste from paper scraps and from my fallen hair. Then with your eyes, you banished me from my own country Which lay between the south and north, the east and west. And when I was the homeless shadow of your shadow, You built for me a new home city from the stone. You stretched steel bridges to surmount my streams of chaos. You pressed the pride of squares upon my hidden swamps. Slow, through my peaks of loneliness, you brought your tunnels; And through the jungle of my fear, you hewed straight streets. You raised my city in your undiscovered country Which lies within the north and south, the west and east.


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