Green Asturias - Poem by Robert Melliard
Please don't talk about the GREEN
of old Asturias (worse-known than Ireland) :
let's talk about the GREENS instead.
Let's note the sharp, deep gloss of holly
or the dense shine of grass
(so green it hurts, a southerner once said)
or odd imported shades like greyish eucalyptus
or tall dark pines and firs
with bright slim shoots on branch-tips.
Let's speak of light new growth on frail mimosas
or multi-coloured moss on dry-stone walls,
short unfurling leaves on native trees
or sad pale lichens on dead twigs.
So please don't talk about the GREEN;
count all the GREENS instead!
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