To a Linden

Homero Aridjis

This hour


air and men


beneath your shade

I think of beings

and of a country



if I were a tree

I’d be you


I remember inexpressibly

the old tongue that speaks

with beasts and trees


and we unite

in the same consecrated morning




Aridjis, Homero. “To a Linden.” Trans. Elliot Weinberger. Eyes to See Otherwise: Selected Poems = Ojos, de otro mirar. Eds. Betty Ferber and George McWhirter. New York: New Directions Book, 2002. p. 69.

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