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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.
Written by: James Wright

Book: Reflection on the Important Things