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Kobayashi Issa
Not very anxious
Not very anxious
to bloom,
my plum tree.
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Matsuo Basho
The oak tree
The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry blossoms.
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by
Yosa Buson
Buying leeks
Buying leeks
and walking home
under the bare trees.
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Matsuo Basho
This old village
This old village--
not a single house
without persimmon trees.
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by
Amy Lowell
Red Slippers
Red slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the
street, flaws of grey,
windy sleet!
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by
Emily Dickinson
Not at Home to Callers
Not at Home to Callers
Says the Naked Tree --
Bonnet due in April --
Wishing you Good Day --
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by
Emily Dickinson
His Bill an Auger is
His Bill an Auger is
His Head, a Cap and Frill
He laboreth at every Tree
A Worm, His utmost Goal.
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by
Ogden Nash
Kipling's Vermont
The summer like a rajah dies,
And every widowed tree
Kindles for Congregationalist eyes
An alien suttee.
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Emily Dickinson
Lay this Laurel on the One
Lay this Laurel on the One
Too intrinsic for Renown --
Laurel -- veil your deathless tree --
Him you chasten, that is He!
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Ogden Nash
Song of the Open Road
I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree
Indeed, unless the billboards fall
I'll never see a tree at all.
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Emily Dickinson
She slept beneath a tree
She slept beneath a tree --
Remembered but by me.
I touched her Cradle mute --
She recognized the foot --
Put on her carmine suit
And see!
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Emily Dickinson
The Sun in reigning to the West
The Sun in reigning to the West
Makes not as much of sound
As Cart of man in road below
Adroitly turning round
That Whiffletree of Amethyst
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Friedrich von Schiller
The Learned Workman
Ne'er does he taste the fruit of the tree that he raised with such trouble;
Nothing but taste e'er enjoys that which by learning is reared.
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Emily Dickinson
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
A sepal, petal, and a thorn
Upon a common summer's morn --
A flask of Dew -- A Bee or two --
A Breeze -- a caper in the trees --
And I'm a Rose!
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Robert Frost
Dust of Snow
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.
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Donald Justice
A Birthday Candle
Thirty today, I saw
The trees flare briefly like
The candles on a cake,
As the sun went down the sky,
A momentary flash,
Yet there was time to wish
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Carl Sandburg
Swirl
A SWIRL in the air where your head was once, here.
You walked under this tree, spoke to a moon for me
I might almost stand here and believe you alive.
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William Butler Yeats
A Meditation In Time Of War
For one throb of the artery,
While on that old grey stone I Sat
Under the old wind-broken tree,
I knew that One is animate,
Mankind inanimate phantasy.
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Robert Burns
354. Epigram—The Toad-eater
OF Lordly acquaintance you boast,
And the Dukes that you dined wi’ yestreen,
Yet an insect’s an insect at most,
Tho’ it crawl on the curl of a Queen!
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Russell Edson
The Tree
They have grafted pieces of an ape with a dog. . .
Then, what they have, wants to live in a tree.
No, it wants to lift its leg and piss on the tree. . .
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Edward Lear
There Was an Old Man in a Tree
There was an Old Man in a tree,
Who was horribly bored by a bee.
When they said "Does it buzz?"
He replied "Yes, it does!
It's a regular brute of a bee!"
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J R R Tolkien
One White Tree
Tall ships and tall kings
Three times three.
What brought they from the foundered land
Over the flowing sea?
Seven stars and seven stones
And one white tree.
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William Butler Yeats
To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No
Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I'd a gun
To strike you dead?
When all I would do
Is to scratch your head
And let you go.
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Antonio Machado
Songs of the High Country
Soria, in blue mountains,
on the fields of violet,
how often I’ve dreamed of you
on the plain of flowers,
where the Guadalquivir runs
past golden orange-trees
to the sea.
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Robert Herrick
THE COMING OF GOOD LUCK
So Good-Luck came, and on my roof did light,
Like noiseless snow, or as the dew of night;
Not all at once, but gently,--as the trees
Are by the sun-beams, tickled by degrees.
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