Sanctuary Wood

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    Sanctuary Wood

    Beech trees like cathedral pillars soar
    To vaulted ceilings oozing dapple-green,
    Where twinkling sunlight, filt'ring to the floor
    Dilutes the dusky darkness in between.

    A concert hall, acoustically tuned
    To amplify each tremorous touch of stick
    On wood, where silent magic is cocooned,
    Responding to the scuffled tap and tick

    From scrunching undergrowth, where dusty death
    And dried decay seep back to nature's store,
    To resuscitate with pungent earthy breath
    The spirit of the ferny forest floor.

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    Bladebearer commented on Sanctuary Wood

    01-07-2009

    This poem is so beautiful!

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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