The Tree Poem by Karle Wilson Baker
The Tree
My life is a tree,
Yoke-fellow of the earth;
Pledged,
By roots too deep for remembrance,
To stand hard against the storm,
To fill by Place.
(But high in the branches of my green tree there is a wild
bird singing:
Wind-free are the wings of my bird: she hath built no
mortal nest.)
The metaphor and the poem is perfect, I hear a melancholy song of the bird trying to take the long flight, not return again.
The imaginative spiritual venture fully marvelously described.
My life is a tree, Yoke-fellow of the earth; Pledged, By roots too deep for remembrance..... outstanding conceptualization. Beautiful poem. Five stars.
A most beautiful ode to Nature's immortality and of the good spirit too! Beautiful Masterpiece, very touching and unforgettable, too!
The words within the parenthesis touched me more than the words outside!
like the tree the life is; the roots of it in so deep, the activity of it so strong even against stormy time; it's a shelter for all even for foreigners like the flying birds
Karle, you have weaved a beautiful image for us. Thanks for sharing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The flight of imagination is simply awesome.