Leonora Speyer
Reading edition
(Speaking, notwithstanding, with unshaken poise.)
A LANDSCAPE GETS PERSONAL
Beloved.... I cannot bear that Bird He is green With envy of My Songs: "Cheep! Cheep!" This Tree Has a furtive look And the Brook Says, "Oh ... Splash...." And the Grass ... the terrible Grass ... It waves at me.... It is too flirtatious! Beloved, Let us leave swiftly ... I fear this Landscape! It would vamp me!
