Just a quick note on my noon hour today. As I sit by my office window, bombarded by the sounds echoing off of the concrete library next door, I feel a sudden sadness for my elm which once stood mighty at my window-side. The old sentry was taken down by a crazy wind last summer. I miss my old friend, so as a tribute I thought I’d share this cute poem by Bishop. She wrote it when she was all of sixteen—which kind of shows but mostly doesn’t.
"To a tree"
Oh, tree outside my window, we are kin,
For you ask nothing of a friend but this:
To lean against the window and peer in
And watch me move about! Sufficient bliss
For me, who stand behind its framework stout,
Full of my tiny tragedies and grotesque grieves,
To lean against the window and peer out
Admiring infinites’mal leaves
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