Tree with a Bird in it

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page8" name="page8"></SPAN>[8]</span></p> <div><SPAN name="h2H_4_0008" id="h2H_4_0008"></SPAN></div> <h2> <i>Amy Lowell</i> </h2> <p class="quote"> (Fixing her glasses firmly on the rest of the Poetry Society in a way which makes them with difficulty refrain from writhing.)</p> <h3> OISEAURIE </h3> <div class="poem"> <div class="stanza"> <p class="i2"> Glunk! </p> <p class="i2"> I toss my heels up to my head ... </p> <p class="i2"> That was a bird I heard say glunk </p> <p class="i2"> As I walked statelily through my extensive, expensive English country estate </p> <p class="i2"> In a pink brocade with silver buttons, a purple passementerie cut with panniers, a train, and faced with watered silk: </p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p class="i2"> But it </p> <p class="i2"> Is dead now! </p> <p class="i2"> (The bird) </p> <p class="i2"> Probably putrescent </p> <p class="i2"> And green.... </p> </div> <div class="stanza"> <p class="i2"> I scrabble my toes ... </p> <p class="i2"> Glunk! </p> </div> </div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />