Fifty-Three

Eileen Myles

 
I've already had a lot of them
I'm looking at a tree
full of tiny balls
California trees are different
thin eucalyptus more blades than
leaves not hitting
my face
it's a country of tiny leaves
no leaves
simply balls
I desire a big book about
this not better
than them but
their friend.
Who doesn't love the text?
a book about trees
it's like a park
except that all its windows
face outside
you look up at the world &
go: oh
a book is
a web I suppose
saying you come
here to go
out an
incessant
trembling bridge
which a tree
is
I imagine
a tree
my best friend
& I love
you on one
of so many birthdays
 
From Sorry, Tree © 2007 by Eileen Myles. Published by Wave Books, www.wavepoetry.com

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Of all the ways of forgetting
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Leo Said by Eileen Myles
you've gotta
William Dawes by Eileen Myles
faint tinkling down the street


Further Reading

Poems About Birthdays
A Birthday
by Christina Rossetti
A Happy Birthday
by Ted Kooser
A Newborn Girl at Passover
by Nan Cohen
Birth
by Tina Chang
Crossroads
by Joyce Sutphen
Infant Joy
by William Blake
Morning Song
by Sylvia Plath
On His Seventy-fifth Birthday
by Walter Savage Landor
Poem at Thirty
by Michael Ryan
Prayer for a Birthday
by Mark Wunderlich