Amy Lowell
Reading edition
(Fixing her glasses firmly on the rest of the Poetry Society in a way which makes them with difficulty refrain from writhing.)
OISEAURIE
Glunk! I toss my heels up to my head ... That was a bird I heard say glunk As I walked statelily through my extensive, expensive English country estate In a pink brocade with silver buttons, a purple passementerie cut with panniers, a train, and faced with watered silk: But it Is dead now! (The bird) Probably putrescent And green.... I scrabble my toes ... Glunk!