05-02-2019, 07:37 AM
From the Hazel Bough
By Earle Birney
I met a lady
on a lazy street
hazel eyes
and little plush feet
her legs swam by
like lovely trout
eyes were trees
where boys leant out
hands in the dark and
a river side
round breasts rising
with the finger's tide
she was plump as a finch
and live as a salmon
gay as silk and
proud as a Brahmin
we winked when we met
and laughed when we parted
never took time
to be brokenhearted
but no man sees
where the trout lie now
or what leans out
from the hazel bough
Military Hospital, Toronto 1945/Vancouver 1947
By Earle Birney
I met a lady
on a lazy street
hazel eyes
and little plush feet
her legs swam by
like lovely trout
eyes were trees
where boys leant out
hands in the dark and
a river side
round breasts rising
with the finger's tide
she was plump as a finch
and live as a salmon
gay as silk and
proud as a Brahmin
we winked when we met
and laughed when we parted
never took time
to be brokenhearted
but no man sees
where the trout lie now
or what leans out
from the hazel bough
Military Hospital, Toronto 1945/Vancouver 1947
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