...Trees...
Trees, theyre funny thingsThey hurt somehow. I’ve seen a whole sky caught In one black bough. Pines I’ve loved best. You hear the sea, All swelling soft and hoarse In just one tree. They stand all black and tall, . With stars between Their strong dark boughs some nightsI know. I’ve seen.
I’ve watched trees drag and droop. Seems they weren't. meant For towns-all crying ’gainst The sky-and bent. That hurt a bit, but pines, They stir me deepThat soft, lost roar of thews. They never sleep. They hurt somehow, do trees. I’ve loved them all. But pines, they twist my heart
With their wild call.
NOVA
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Radio Record, Volume IV, Issue 18, 14 November 1930, Page 34
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