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Poem by Wilfred Wilson Gibson


The Parrots


Somewhere, somewhen I've seen,
But where or when I'll never know,
Parrots of shrilly green
With crests of shriller scarlet flying
Out of black cedars as the sun was dying
Against cold peaks of snow.

From what forgotten life
Of other worlds I cannot tell
Flashes that screeching strife;
Yet the shrill colour and shrill crying
Sing through my blood and set my heart replying
And jangling like a bell.



Wilfred Wilson Gibson


Wilfred Wilson Gibson's other poems:
  1. Retreat
  2. Breakfast
  3. The Unknown Knight
  4. The Knight of the Wood
  5. Comrades


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