A FEW PROPOSITIONS WITH BIRDS AND TREES THAT THE POET CONCLUDES WITH A REFERENCE TO THE HEART Poem by Ruy Belo

Birds are born on the tips of trees
The trees I see yield birds instead of fruit
Birds are the liveliest fruit of trees
Birds begin where trees end
Birds make the trees sing
On reaching the height of birds the trees swell and stir
passing from the vegetable to the animal kingdom
Like birds their leaves alight on the ground
when autumn quietly falls over the fields
I feel like saying that birds emanate from the trees
but I'll leave that manner of speaking to the novelist
it's complicated and doesn't work in poetry
it still hasn't been isolated from philosophy
I love trees especially those that yield birds
Who hangs them there on the branches?
Whose hand is it whose myriad hand?
I pass by and my heart's not the same

Translation: 1997, Richard Zenith