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TREES by NELSON ANTRIM CRAWFORD

First Line: PINK-SPRINKLED SUMMER TWILIGHT
Last Line: IN SPITE OF YOUR FAULTLESSNESS.
Subject(s): TREES;
@3The Catalpa@1

Pink-sprinkled summer twilight
And soft brown velvet tones
Of a violin.

@3The Apple Tree@1

Dance, @3ma petite cherie@1,
Isn't it spring?
And spring doesn't last always,
@3Ma petite cherie.@1

@3Pines@1

The slow measure of the chanted war song . . .
The storm cloud, dull throbbing black against the sky . . .
The lover constant though unloved.

@3Poplars@1

Statuesque cold-eyed women
In smooth, caress-inviting green silk
@3En promenade.@1

@3The Oak@1

Yes, William Morris,
Here is your heart
In a tree,
Where you would have it.
Yes, it still lives;
Every oak is a memory of you.

@3Willows@1

Coquettes tinkle ukeleles
Fatuously,
Droopily,
The exertion tires them -- poor dears!

@3The Ginkgo@1

Heavy Chinese sirup,
Lucent, cloying,
Drunk on a tiny blue table
To the tiny, lotus-scented tinkle
Of a temple bell.

@3The Blue Spruce@1

Faultlessly carven jade
Is no more faultless than you are,
Little tree.
But I love you,
Little tree,
In spite of your faultlessness.



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