'Lost' by David Wagoner...( a poem about forests and more)
Lost by David Wagoner
photo by Jan Johnsen (NYBG - pinus bungeana)
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,
And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
photo by Jan Johnsen (one of my gardens)
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
photo by Blondieb
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
from Collected Poems 1956-1976 © Indiana University Press
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