For a moment she rested against me <br />Like a swallow half blown to the wall, <br />And they talk of Swinburne's women, <br />And the shepherdess meeting with Guido. <br />And the harlots of Baudelaire.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shop-girl/
