#20 Some Trees (John Ashbery)

John Ashbery cuenta que este es su poema más antiguo, de los que guardó de su juventud poética, en la época universitaria. ¡Si mi último poema fuera uno como este, moriría como buena servidora de la poesía! Pero la dama tiene a sus mozos preferidos y da a su capricho los dones con que quiere que le sirvan.

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SOME TREES

These are amazing: each 
Joining a neighbor, as though speech 
Were a still performance. 
Arranging by chance

To meet as far this morning 
From the world as agreeing 
With it, you and I 
Are suddenly what the trees try

To tell us we are: 
That their merely being there 
Means something; that soon 
We may touch, love, explain.

And glad not to have invented 
Such comeliness, we are surrounded: 
A silence already filled with noises, 
A canvas on which emerges

A chorus of smiles, a winter morning. 
Placed in a puzzling light, and moving, 
Our days put on such reticence 
These accents seem their own defense.