And brittle leaves that touch and die and suffer

The changing winds that riffle the gutter swirl,

So in the joke, just under the raucous music

Of Fleming, Jew, Walloon, a courtly allegiance

Moves to the dulcimer, gavotte and bow,

Over the banana tree the moon in autumn–

Allegiance to a state impossible to tell.

–Robert Pinsky

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