Trees,1919 Poem by Bob Reed
Trees,1919
Garcia Lorca, Trees,1919
Trees!
Were you arrows?
Fallen from the blue?
What terrible warriors sent you?
Were they the stars?
Your music springs from the song of birds
from the eyes of God, the perfect passion.
Trees!
Will your tough roots know my heart is in the soil?
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: trees
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