Mid this hot green glowing gloom
A word falls with a raindrop’s boom…
Like baskets of ripe fruit in air
The bird-songs seem, suspended where
Those goldfinches–the ripe warm lights
Peck slyly at them–take quick flights.
My feet are feathered like a bird
Among the shadows scarcely heard;
I bring you branches green with dew
And fruits that you may crown anew
Your whirring waspish-gilded hair
Amid this cornucopia–
Until your warm lips bear the stains
And bird-blood leap within your veins.
(Dame Edith Sitwell)
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