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