The wooden PegasusEdith Sitwel

The Wooden Pegasus I Pantaloon, with his tail-feather Spangled.

The Wooden Pegasus I Pantaloon, with his tail-feather Spangled like the weather, Panached, too, with many a plume, Watched the monkey Fanfreluche, Shivering in his gilded ruche, Fawn upon the piano keys Flatter till they answer back, Through the scale of centuries, Difference between white and black. Winds like hurricanes of light Change the blackest vacuums To a light-barred avenue Semitones of might and right Then, from matter, life comes. Down that lengthy avenue Leading us we know not where, Sudden views creep through the air Oh the keys we stumble through l Jungles splashed with violent light, Promenades all hard and bright.