New trees are born to be yellow Poem by Steinar Opstad
New trees are born to be yellow
New trees are born to be yellow
and I, who will not clothe myself,
walk naked
Leaves blow in
with an evangelical ego
An unknown body in leaves:
Old-fashioned as in a graveyard
where two people quarrel
and cry and place their hands together
Tuesday, November 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves
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