Golden and full of light
a tree appeared to me
once in a dream
asking nothing, except to
behold its ineffable and transient beauty;
it scorched the words and images,
I proffered
to contain and preserve it;
now dross they melt into nothing
leaving only
inexplicable longing and tears
that alone
bear witness
to this encounter.
-David Heaney, 2018
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