My City, my beloved, my white! Ah, slender, br Listen! Listen to me, and I will breathe into thee a soul. br Delicately upon the reed, attend me! br br Now do I know that I am mad, br For here are a million people surly with traffic; br This is no maid. br Neither could I play upon any reed if I had one. br br My City, my beloved, br Thou art a maid with no breasts, br Thou art slender as a silver reed. br Listen to me, attend me! br And I will breathe into thee a soul, br And thou shalt live for ever.