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bigtree's journal
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bigtree's forest
![]() Some Trees 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 (and others) 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 Some comeliness, we are surrounded: A silence already filled with noises, A canvas on which emerges A chorus of smiles, a winter morning. Place in a puzzling light, and moving, Our days put on such reticence These accents seem their own defense. - John Ashbery Blogroll My Resource Links
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