Cypress Tree

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Cypress Tree

 

In the corner a budding

Cypress tree

with leaves sailing in the wind,

Making the place fresh

around ole houses,

Before Christ until the war,

Like happy children.

Columns and old temples,

White, shining in the sun,

and statues half-broken

What are they saying

about the old heroes and wisemen,

Wards and battles

and about the teenagers

dancing at the disco?

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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