Tree with a Bird in it

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h1> A TREE WITH A<br/> BIRD IN IT: </h1> <div style="height: 2em;"><br/><br/></div> <p class="center"> <big> A SYMPOSIUM OF CONTEMPORARY<br/> AMERICAN POETS ON BEING<br/> SHOWN A PEAR-TREE ON<br/> WHICH SAT A GRACKLE </big></p> <div style="height: 2em;"><br/><br/></div> <p class="center"> <small>BY</small><br/> MARGARET WIDDEMER</p> <p class="center"> <small> THIS IS DEDICATED <br/> WITH MY FORGIVENESS IN ADVANCE <br/> TO THE POETS PARODIED IN THIS BOOK <br/> AND THE POETS NOT PARODIED IN THIS BOOK </small></p> <div><SPAN name="h2H_FORE" id="h2H_FORE"></SPAN></div> <h2 class="normal"> FOREWORD </h2> <h3> <span class="sc">By the Collator</span> </h3> <p>A little while since, I had the fortune to live in a house, outside of whose windows there grew a pear-tree. On the branches of this tree lived a green bird of indeterminate nature. I do not know what his real name was, but the name, to quote our great exemplar Lewis Carroll, by which his name was <i>called</i> was the Grackle. He seemed perfectly willing to be addressed thus, and accordingly was.</p> <p>Aside from watching the Pear-Tree and the Grackle, my other principal occupation that winter was watching the Poetry Society of America now and then at its monthly meetings. It occurred to me finally to invite such members of it as cared to come, following many good examples, to an outdoor symposium under the tree. The result follows.</p> <p class="right"> <span class="sc">Margaret Widdemer.</span></p> <p>P.S.&mdash;The tree died.</p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />