Cypress—
you stand proud
giraffe-pride
and with disdain
if you had eyes
your limbs
aloft towards the Roman blue sky
and your dome of hair
makes you human, seasonal
with tufts of grey
you are vain cypress
with a green sneer
do you really raise clouds
with those streaked limbs and branches
do you shake the banner of swallows
a fluttering black dragon net
and healing bird music
with expansive grandeur
above the city
but you, cypress are unimpressed
since we need each other
amidst the enduring magnificence
the possibility that all is mystery
let us share the spoils, many ruins
have ghosts that long for restoration
trees flourish eternally where the poet
walked you stand in line and adorn
I sing of you and make your name
while you grant me song
we are friends in spectacle
read in cycles of history
and the sun’s corona
least in the fields of
emotional life
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow an awesome poem on the cypress tree, unique and extraordinary with metaphors and poetic devices employd in an exquisite style and wording. A masterpiece I must say! Pls do review my latest poem mother natures. ...