“Sugar for the Birds: I. Singerie” by Edith Sitwell

Sugar for the Birds




Summer afternoon in Hell!
Down the empty street it fell
Pantaloon and Scaramouche—
Tongues like flames and shadows louche—
Flickered down the street together
In the spangled weather.
Flames, bright singing-birds that pass,
Whistled wares as shrill as grass
(Landscapes clear as glittering glass)
Whistled all together:
Papegei, oh Papegei,
Buy our greenest fruits, oh buy

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