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The Laburnum Top

                                   -Ted Hughes

 The Laburnum top is silent, quite still
 In the afternoon yellow September sunlight, 
 A few leaves yellowing , all its seeds fallen. 
 
 Till the goldfinch comes,  with a twitching chirrup
 A suddenness, a starlement, at a branch end.
 Then sleek as a lizard, and alert, and abrupt, 
 She enters the thickness, and a machine starts up
 Of chitterlings, and a tremor of wings, and trillings-
 The whole tree trembles and thrills. 
 It is the engine of her family. 

 She stokes it full, then flirts out to a branch-end
 Showing her barred face identity mask
 Then with eerie delicate whistle-chirrup whisperings
 She launches away, towards the infinite 

 And the laburnum subsides to empty. 


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