At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.


Poems (ed. 1959)


At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.

At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.

At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.

At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.