Author Arthur Waley Sent as a present from Annam—A red cockatoo.Coloured like the peach-tree blossom,Speaking with the speech of men.And they did to it what is always doneTo the learned and eloquent.They took a cage with stout barsAnd shut it up inside. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 3 (1 vote) Rate Log in or register to post comments