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A girl at twelve you saw a hoopoeStartle in a hot field, ochre crest and khrii khrii cry,Wing-stretch, beat, black and white, soar and augur to youYour love life's form across a wax melt sky.This moment's bird sign lodged inside you.Just as your father saved the songbird.At the tree, he raised his stick and thrust it throughThe magpie's keep. Whose was the cry you heard?Page 191We fetch the meaning for a blackbird's call,Keep a mother's fear that jackdaws stab a child's sight,