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Thursday, April 09, 2009

The Song of the Barren Orange Tree

"Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of being without fruit.

Why was I born among mirrors?
Day goes round and round me.
The night copies me
in all its stars.

I want to live without my reflection.
And then let me dream
that ants and thistledown
are my leaves and my parrots."

posted by Azadeh at 9:09 AM

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