Funny thing, I was cleaning up my pile of books on my bed stand, and found a volume of poetry by Ezra Pound. I opened the book and read the following poem at random:
N.Y. by Ezra Pound
Delicately upon the reed, attend me!
Now do I know that I am mad,
Neither could I play upon any reed if I had one.
Thou art a maid with no breasts,
And thou shalt live for ever.
I think the the last six lines of the poem could be written by a Wuxi Expat about Wuxi, the city.