In Harvard Forest, trees
eye each passerby
in silent scholastic gloom—
such focus could petrify
the strongest folk that walk
this earth—and when they talk
they sway the continents
in every branch of life.
They carve initials on
our breath with just the knife
of photosynthetic science.
Their roots in self-reliance
turn worlds green with envy,
driving arms to the axe
—there’s nothing left to do
but raise the property tax
on every acre of wood.
There goes the neighborhood.
~Gregory Perry 2004
A DIFFERENT WIND
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In the collection known as the Shin Kokin Wakashū, there is a very old
autumn waka by Fujiwara no Suemichi that seems appropriate for this time of
year: Wh...
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