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To A Blossoming Pear Tree

 Beautiful natural blossoms,
Pure delicate body,
You stand without trembling.
Little mist of fallen starlight, Perfect, beyond my reach, How I envy you.
For if you could only listen, I would tell you something, Something human.
An old man Appeared to me once In the unendurable snow.
He had a singe of white Beard on his face.
He paused on a street in Minneapolis And stroked my face.
Give it to me, he begged.
I'll pay you anything.
I flinched.
Both terrified, We slunk away, Each in his own way dodging The cruel darts of the cold.
Beautiful natural blossoms, How could you possibly Worry or bother or care About the ashamed, hopeless Old man? He was so near death He was willing to take Any love he could get, Even at the risk Of some mocking policeman Or some cute young wiseacre Smashing his dentures, Perhaps leading him on To a dark place and there Kicking him in his dead groin Just for the fun of it.
Young tree, unburdened By anything but your beautiful natural blossoms And dew, the dark Blood in my body drags me Down with my brother.

by James Wright
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