The Copper Beech
by Marie Howe
Immense, entirely itself,
it wore that yard like a dress,
with limbs low enough for me to enter it
and climb the crooked ladder to where
I could lean against the trunk and practice being alone.
One day, I heard the sound before I saw it, rain fell
darkening the sidewalk.
Sitting close to the center, not very high in the branches,
I heard it hitting the high leaves, and I was happy,
watching it happen without it happening to me.
End of the poem
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- I sink as I sail magnificently by Michael Nikoletseas
- Asking For Roses by Robert Frost
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- Nettles by Vernon Scannell
- Михаил Кузмин – Увы, любви своей не скрою
- The Gardener LXIX: I Hunt for the Golden Stag by Rabindranath Tagore
- Федор Сваровский – Слава стране моей
- Dedication To Lady Windsor poem – Alfred Austin
- Олег Бундур – Скука
- Life a battlefield by Tanisha Avarsekar
- O God
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- In Defense poem – Ambrose Bierce poems | Poems and Poetry
- “Call Not The Royal Swede Unfortunate” by William Wordsworth
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