The Problem of Describing Trees, by Robert Hass
Could anyone suggest a poem that might be appropriate for a Blessingway (a ceremony for a mother before her second child)?
And a poem for you guys:
The Problem of Describing Trees, by Robert Hass
The aspen glitters in the wind
And that delights us.
The leaf flutters, turning,
Because that motion in the heat of August
Protects its cells from drying out. Likewise the leaf
Of the cottonwood.
The gene pool threw up a wobbly stem
And the tree danced. No.
The tree capitlaized.
No. There are limits to saying,
In language, what the tree did.
It is sometimes good for poetry to disenchant us.
Dance with me dancer. Oh, I will.
Mountains, sky,
The aspen doing something in the wind.
And a poem for you guys:
The Problem of Describing Trees, by Robert Hass
The aspen glitters in the wind
And that delights us.
The leaf flutters, turning,
Because that motion in the heat of August
Protects its cells from drying out. Likewise the leaf
Of the cottonwood.
The gene pool threw up a wobbly stem
And the tree danced. No.
The tree capitlaized.
No. There are limits to saying,
In language, what the tree did.
It is sometimes good for poetry to disenchant us.
Dance with me dancer. Oh, I will.
Mountains, sky,
The aspen doing something in the wind.