Archive for January, 2013
This came in my Writer’s Almanac this morning and thought of you and of course, Treewhispers. Love the Willa Cather quote.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to
the way they have to live than other things do.
Here the oak and silver-breasted birches
Stand in their sweet familiarity
While underground, as in a black mirror,
They have concealed their tangled grievances,
Identical to the branching calm above
But there ensnared, each with the others’ hold
On what gives life to which is brutal enough.
Still, in the air, none tries to keep company
Or change its fortune. They seem to lean
On the light, unconcerned with what the world
Makes of their decencies, and will not show
A jealous purchase on their length of days.
To never having been loved as they wanted
Or deserved, to anyone’s sudden infatuation
Gouged into their sides, to all they are forced
To shelter and to hide, they have resigned themselves.
“Resignation” by J.D. McClatchy, from Mercury Dressing: Poems. © Knopf, 2011. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)