The Leaf and the Tree, by Edna St Vincent Millay

I know I’ve been posting a lot of poems lately but this one is just SO good!!  I had to share.  I love how the author is talking to herself.


The Leaf and the Tree

When will you learn, myself, to be

a dying leaf on a living tree?

Budding, swelling, growing strong,

Wearing green, but not for long,

Drawing sustenance from air,

That other leaves, and you not there,

May bud, and at the autumn’s call

Wearing russet, ready to fall?

Has not this trunk a deed to do

Unguessed by small and tremulous you?

Shall not these branches in the end

To wisdom and the truth ascend?

And the great lightning plunging by

Look sidewise with a golden eye

To glimpse a tree so tall and proud

It sheds its leaves upon a cloud?

Here, I think, is the heart’s grief:

The tree, no mightier than the leaf,

Makes firm its root and spreads it crown

And stands; but in the end comes down.

That airy top no boy could climb

Is trodden in a little time

By cattle on their way to drink.

The fluttering thoughts a leaf can think,

That hears the wind and waits its turn,

Have taught it all a tree can learn.

Time can make soft that iron wood.

The tallest trunk that ever stood,

In time, without a dream to keep,

Crawls in beside the root to sleep.

– Edna St Vincent Millay


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