This hour
wastes
air and men
beneath your shade
I think of beings
and of a country
feel
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.