di Edith Sitwell (1887-1964)

Castles of crystal.
Castles of wood,
Moving on pulleys
just as you should!
See the gay people
Flaunting like flags,
Bells in the steeple,
Sky all in rags.
Bright as a parrot
Flaunts the gay heat -
Songs in the garret,
Fruit in the street;
Plump as a cherry,
Red as a rose,
Old Mother Berry -
Blowing her nose!