Here you will find the Poem Came the Great Popinjay of poet Dame Edith Sitwell
CAME the great Popinjay Smelling his nosegay: In cages like grots The birds sang gavottes. 'Herodiade's flea Was named sweet Amanda, She danced like a lady From here to Uganda. Oh, what a dance was there! Long-haired, the candle Salome-like tossed her hair To a dance tune by Handel.' . . . Dance they still? Then came Courtier Death, Blew out the candle flame With civet breath.