14 May 2013
Plump Robin
Plump Robin
o, you swag
so, when you fly
each down-beating
of your wings
up brings a crest
and then the trough
― when wings come up ―
of waving sine
Your flight’s
a fancied garland
unwound from yonder
tree ― the galloping
Richter's
pencil ― the scallops
of tremor's tinsel ―
a stretch of your E
KG
In a dream
― I shan’t say whose ―
upside down
someone dreamed
you flew
O, winsome swimmer
your lantern breast
bobbing ― a constant
crest ―
O, Plump Robin
o, how you flew
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