He read the below poem to me. I stood there, almost speechless, then said, "it's perfect."
"Not everyone will get it," he said. "They'll wonder why I'm reading that in a wedding."
"We'll know, "said I. "And some people will get it."
I have loved the poem ever since. And now, with my wonderful friends who have held me up, I think of it again.
I SAW in Louisiana a live-oak growing, | |
All alone stood it, and the moss hung down from the branches; | |
Without any companion it grew there, uttering joyous leaves of dark green, | |
And its look, rude, unbending, lusty, made me think of myself; | |
But I wonder’d how it could utter joyous leaves, standing alone there, without its friend, its lover near—for I knew I could not; | 5 |
And I broke off a twig with a certain number of leaves upon it, and twined around it a little moss, | |
And brought it away—and I have placed it in sight in my room; | |
It is not needed to remind me as of my own dear friends, | |
(For I believe lately I think of little else than of them;) | |
Yet it remains to me a curious token—it makes me think of manly love; | 10 |
For all that, and though the live-oak glistens there in Louisiana, solitary, in a wide flat space, | |
Uttering joyous leaves all its life, without a friend, a lover, near, | |
I know very well I could not. |
2 comments:
Wow. That's beautiful.
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That is beautiful. Way to go Dad. (wishing right now that my dad was a little more cool)
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