Jonathan Galassi

The Felled Oak

Now where the shadow was the dead oak spreads,

not fighting any more against the gales..

 People say: Now I see how big it was!


Here and there the little nests of spring

hang down from its top.

People say: Now I see how good it was!


All praise, all delve. At evening

everyone goes on with his heavy load.

In the air, the cry..of a blackcap


looking for the nest it will not find.



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