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There is a fork in a branch
of an ancient, enormous maple,
one of a grove of such trees,
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Galway Kinnell
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Comments about this poem (The Perch
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Charles Thoreaubillybudd (7/7/2006 9:54:00 AM)
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A grand&sweeping ACTION painting delicately wrought! of love lost&found & theM-F vagaries, the pointlessness of speculations &plans& THE absurdities of approaching Love w/ expectations... the varieties of baggage
(that MUST fit in overhead compartment?)
that are particularly piquant to me in me50s& still a pathological optimist in Love!
&, of course, where there is Love there must also be death. &mastery & Ds..
Can't imagine a young man understanding much of it...
>>technical NOTE: when tree fibers are wind shaken/sheared the resultent repair counteracts certain energies that when subsequently cut thru by the logger can be released in a deadly nanosecond explosive death without warning;
maybe that's an image of what it means to be close to Grand&perfect love, too?
but that's just me.
I logged standing dead'snags' & forest burn areas in my 20s & been a gnat'sass away from it.
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