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Yellow Summer-Throat
Hilda Conkling
Yellow summer-throat sat singing
In a bending spray of willow tree.
Thin fine green-y lines on his throat,
The ruffled outside of his throat,
Trembled when he sang.
He kept saying the same thing;
The willow did not mind.
I knew what he said, I knew,
But how can I tell you?
I have to watch the willow bend in the wind.
