poetry

behind its framework

To a Tree

Oh, tree outside my window, we are kin,
    For you ask nothing of a friend but this:
To lean against the window and peer in
    And watch me move about! Sufficient bliss

For me, who stand behind its framework stout,
    Full of my tiny tragedies and grotesque grieves,
To lean against the window and peer out,
    Admiring infinites’mal leaves.

– Elizabeth Bishop (written in 1927, when she was 16) (Collected, “Poems Written In Youth,” 212)

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