When a place is too beautiful, there will be repercussions. Such places attract disruptions, encroachments, noxious pollutants of sound and deed.

He gave me a spruce lap desk
for writing in bed that Christmas.
It was rubbed into fragrance with oil of almond

Today I wished without mercy
in the bloodless nations of the mind
that a city had gone down with you

A platter of walnuts, I think. 
Shanghai and the banquet is festive. 
Strong Chinese brandy and “Campi!”