Sunday, August 14, 2016

Ouyang Yu #8 - The Tree

The Tree

Ouyang Yu

for no reason at all
even when there is not the slightest stir of the woman wind
he’ll get angry

he is darker
than the night
he listens for the last crickets

he seems to be thinking
all the time
his leaves but a mass of insolent words or winds

he never sings
that’s for sure
when he does his voice cracks

the sky
is the place he stands to reach
although rooted in hell

his heart
if there’s any
refuses to be praised

but travels
beyond himself
to other dreams

he hates when there is love
he loves when there is hate
he neither loves or hates

he is a tree


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