Interior Tree Poem by Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Interior Tree
Burning tree upon the hill
and burning tree within my heart,
what kinship stands between the two,
what cord I cannot tear apart?
The passionate gust that sets one free,
- a flock of leaves in sudden flight -
shatters the bright interior tree
into a shower of splintered light.
Fused moments of felicity,
when flame and I and heart unite,
come they from earth, or can they be
the swallows of eternity?
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