Trees Are Not a Metaphor (poem)

June 16, 2007 03:40 PM EDT

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The woods are not a metaphor for any human thing.
Cities are a metaphor for trees.
We have tried to recreate
roots, shelter, aspiration,
the nourishment we once plucked from her hand,

and all our building yet embodies
a pale part of what grows on,
out there,
beyond.

Woods hold
cathedrals,
gardens,
sculpture,
music,
dance,
all engineering and

more reality than we've grown into yet.

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Tarot C. Jun 16, 2007, 3:51pm EDT

SWEET!
Can I add this to my site?
http://www.freeforums.in/phpbb/?mforum=thewitchessmoke

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Leah Christensen Jun 16, 2007, 3:55pm EDT

Cool

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Anitra Raging Granny / Raging Moderate Freeman Jun 16, 2007, 4:02pm EDT

Yes, Tarot. :) If I post something publicly, it's available for any nonprofit use on the following conditions: 1) It's unaltered; 2) It's credited to me; 3) If posted online, please include a link to me; 4) Let me know, and give me an address I can point other people to.

If somebody plans to make money off it, I want money. :D

Write On!

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Linda DeMerle Jun 16, 2007, 4:38pm EDT

"We have tried to recreate
roots, shelter, aspiration,"

So true. Great poem, Anitra. Ten.

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Alison Pearce Jun 16, 2007, 6:57pm EDT

Excellent

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Rory M. Jun 23, 2007, 3:05am EDT

You have touched on something that has come to mean a lot to me. Sixteen years ago I moved from Canada's largest city, Toronto (a metropolis of more than 3 million souls) to the small town of Bancroft (population 3,500). At the time I thought I was moving from a big place to a small place.

However, over the years I have had a complete about face on this. I now believe that I moved from a small place ("a pale part of what grows on") to a large place ("out there, beyond"). Bancroft is merely the spot on the Earth on which I live. Toronto was its own microcosmic universe.

You have put these feelings into a wonderful verse. I thank you.

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