An Importer Poem By Robert Frost,
Mrs Someone’s been to Asia.
What she brought back would amaze yeo,
Bamboos, ivories, Jades, and lacquers,
RecIpes for tea with butter,
Sacred rigmaroles to mutter,
Subterfuge for saving faces,
A developed taste m vases,
Arguments too stale to mention
‘Gainst Amencan invention,
Most of all the mass productIon
DestIned to prove our destruction.
What are telephones, skyscrapers,
Safety razors, Sunday papers,
But the SIllIest evasion
Of the truths we owe an Asian?
But the best of her exhibit
Was a prayer machme from Tibet
That by brook power m the garden
Kept repeating Pardon, pardon;
And as pIcturesque machinery
Beat a sundial in the sceneryThe most pnmitive of engines
Mass producing with a vengeance.
Teach those Asians mass production?
Teach your grandmother egg suction.