DOI Heft:
Nr. 339 (August 1925)
DOI Artikel:Sycamores
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.19985#0390
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SYGAMORES
A sycamore tree is a gracious sweep A sycamore tree has leaves like waves—
Of new-moon silver and wide-webbed lace, They rustle their intricate sea-taught sighs,
Caught in the loom of high clear air Remembering distant shores once loved
Like the smile on a lovely face. And the warmth of forgotten skies.
With roots struck deep in earth's black heart
A sycamore is a memory—
Beauty's incredible paradox
Reaching Infinity.
—Gertrude Nason Carver
three ninety
august 1925
SYGAMORES
A sycamore tree is a gracious sweep A sycamore tree has leaves like waves—
Of new-moon silver and wide-webbed lace, They rustle their intricate sea-taught sighs,
Caught in the loom of high clear air Remembering distant shores once loved
Like the smile on a lovely face. And the warmth of forgotten skies.
With roots struck deep in earth's black heart
A sycamore is a memory—
Beauty's incredible paradox
Reaching Infinity.
—Gertrude Nason Carver
three ninety
august 1925