August 10, 2007

Poetry Friday: The Forest for the Trees


Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.

“Lost,” by by David Wagoner, from Collected Poems 1956-1976 (Indiana University Press)

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divatobe said...

hmmmm, the woods??? trees? This is really lovely!

Little Willow said...

That is a BEAUTIFUL poem. Wow.

Also a beautiful picture.

The setting fits what I chose today as well.

Kelly Fineman said...

Damn, that's beautiful. Truly, magically beautiful. Thank you for that.

eisha said...

Oh, that really is too much beauty. I may have to walk away for a bit and let that one sink in. Thank you.

Alkelda the Gleeful said...

I really like this. Thanks for posting it.

cloudscome said...

Lovely poem and photo! I am standing still as I can over here.