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Place, by W.S. Merwin
On the last day of the world
I would want to plant a tree
what for
not for the fruit
the tree that bears the fruit
is not the one that was planted
I want the tree that stands
in the earth for the first time
with the sun already
going down
and the water
touching its roots
in the earth full of the dead
and the clouds passing
one by one
over its leaves
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Life after death, by Laura Gilpin
These things I know:
How the living go on living
and how the dead go on living with them
so that in a forest
even a dead tree casts a shadow
and the leaves fall one by one
and the branches break in the wind
and the bark peels off slowly
and the trunk cracks
and the rain seeps in through the cracks
and the trunk falls to the ground
and the moss covers it
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short poems
need
the heat in my veins
pulse roaring in my ears
your taste on my tongue
your lips on my skin
no one sees
how i break:
your fingertips
trace
the lines
of my palm
your kiss
the only wine
i desire
