THE TREE TATTOOED ON MY ARM

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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