Jonathan Galassi
The Felled Oak
Now where the shadow was the dead oak spreads,
not fighting any more against the gales..
People say: Now I see how big it was!
Here and there the little nests of spring
hang down from its top.
People say: Now I see how good it was!
All praise, all delve. At evening
everyone goes on with his heavy load.
In the air, the cry..of a blackcap
looking for the nest it will not find.
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