sábado, 30 de julio de 2016

Some Trees


River Palace (2015), Jeremy Miranda


These are amazing: each
Joining a neighbor, as though speech
Were a still performance.
Arranging by chance 


To meet as far this morning
From the world as agreeing
With it, you and I
Are suddenly what the trees try


To tell us we are:
That their merely being there
Means something; that soon
We may touch, love, explain.


And glad not to have invented
Such comeliness, we are surrounded:
A silence already filled with noises,
A canvas on which emerges


A chorus of smiles, a winter morning.
Placed in a puzzling light, and moving,
Our days put on such reticence
These accents seem their own defense.



Some Trees (1956), John Ashbery.

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