The Bare Arms of Trees
John Tagliabue
Sometimes when I see the bare arms of trees in the evening
I think of men who have died without love,
Of desolation and space bewteen branch and branch,
I think of immovable whiteness and lean coldness and fear
And the terrible longing between people stretched apart as these
branches
And the cold space between.
I think of the vastness and courage between this step and that step
Of the yearning and fear of the meeting, of the terrible desire
held apart.
I think of the ocean of longing that moves between land and land
And between people, the space and ocean.
The bare arms of the trees are immovable, without the play of
leaves, without the sound of the wind,
I think of the unseen love and the unknown thoughts that exist
between tree and tree
As I pass these things in the evening, as I walk.
a scene from September, 2008 (우리집 뒤)
When life gives you scraps,
make quilts.
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