D. H. Lawrence: Trees in the Garden

D. H. Lawrence

(1885-1930)

 

Trees in the Garden

 

Ah in the thunder air

how still the trees are!

 

And the lime-tree, lovely and tall, every leaf silent

hardly looses even a last breath of perfume.

 

And the ghostly, creamy coloured little tree of leaves

white, ivory white among the rambling greens

how evanescent, variegated elder, she hesitates on the green grass

as if, in another moment, she would disappear

with all her grace of foam!

 

And the larch that is only a column, it goes up too tall to see:

and the balsam-pines that are blue with the grey-blue blueness of

things from the sea,

and the young copper beech, its leaves red-rosy at the ends

how still they are together, they stand so still

in the thunder air, all strangers to one another

as the green grass glows upwards, strangers in the silent garden.

 

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