"The Laburnum Top is silent, quite still in the afternoon yellow September sunlight, A few leaves yellowing, all its seeds fallen Till the goldfinch comes, with a twitching chirrup A suddeness, a startlement,at a branch end Then sleek as a lizard, and alert and abrupt, The enters the thickness,and a machine starts up Of chitterings, and of tremor of wings,and trillings- The whole tree trembles and thrills It is the engine of her family She stokes it full, then flirts out to a branch end Showing her barred face identity mask Then with eerie delicate whistle chirrup whisperings She launches away, towards the infinite And the laburnum subsides to empty"
2007-12-29 05:13:23
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answer #1
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answered by johnslat 7
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