Here we are at the edge of the water
the sycamore and I, the cat and the sun with all that we are.
The water is cool
the sycamore magnificent
I am writing poetry
the cat dozing.
The sun is warm–
how wonderful to be alive.
The water casts light back on us
the sycamore and me, the cat and the sun and all that we are.
translated by Jean Carpenter Efe
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I love this poem and Sycamore trees.
Glad you liked it, trees and all.
simple happiness
Happiness usually is.
I might have thought those lines came right from your own mind, L.
You know I thought he took the words right out of my mouth, too.
what a tale, I must search for this.
It’s a ,longer poem but that is the last stanza.
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