Lesbia's Sparrows

Often I'm without shoes
or above the beach on its second floor

the abandoned house

Female arms loosed in white blouses
and opening at the neck

all sandy wings

Transposition
of birds into daughters

drapedI've been so strong

What I wrapped them in

into whole flights
My hands to their breasts

oh [my] beautifuloh [so very] lovely

Sometimes I take my dress
and throw it out to the milk

on the foam

Whereas their plain gray wings
"so very much whiter than an egg"

and this house of the shore
Up with its roof

Too much with its drab feathers
I'd exclaim in the air

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