A tree donated years back struggles through incursions of pavement where supplies are a reason for trucks, and armies a cause for things. All things have reasons. Here, they lie at odd angles to existence. From Space you might see only rubble in this place, and be gloomy over peace. On Earth you might see it the same. Arab and Israeli, dining on reasons, weighing what life is worth, deciding at the end of a gunsight, -- what was a vision has become a stare. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BREAKFAST by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON STANZAS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE WEST FRONT by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES JOB THE WHITE by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN OUT FROM PARADISE by MARY JANE CARR GONDIBERT; AN HEROIC POEM: BOOK 3, CANTO 7; TO MR. COTTON by WILLIAM DAVENANT |