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[nverland]

I get a poetry newsletter every morning. Some days I save things, most I don't. That's where some things come from during Poetry Month. Anyway, they had a piece yesterday that I liked and saved for future use and enjoyment. So imagine the humor I saw when I opened Perceval Press tonight when I got home and found said poem gracing the home page:

Trees
I am looking at trees
they may be one of the things I will miss
most from the earth
though many of the ones I have seen
already I cannot remember
and though I seldom embrace the ones I see
and have never been able to speak
with one
I listen to them tenderly
their names have never touched them
they have stood round my sleep
and when it was forbidden to climb them
they have carried me in their branches

"Trees" by W. S. Merwin, from The Compass Flower.