photo: copyright Hazel Smith 2010
Photo copyright Hazel Smith 2010
Photo: copyright Hazel Smith 2010
The gist of this poem by Yves Bonnefoy is that although we pass a dirty city tree and look right through it, this is might be enough to remind us that it's still a part of nature, along with the sky, the birds and the wind. The poet asks the philosopher if he has looked at this tree on his street, if he did his thoughts will be freer.
