I am… what am I but the tree of grief
That grows forev’r amid this verdant wood?
An eyesore in this grand beatitude
A foul arborescence, a saffron leaf…
What am I – to the Pruner's disbelief –
But branches that oppose vicissitude?
An idle stand, a fruitless lassitude,
I am Dolor’s delight, Burden’s relief.
And ‘spite the lively winds that break my withes
I live on! ‘spite the vim, the seasons vernal
Galling my bole, the elements diurnal,
Ev’n if I fall to Fortune’s axe, Time’s scythes,
Ev’n if I die, preserved remains my kernel,
My woe endures, my sorrow springs eternal!
Adelaide
October 2nd 1993
Samer Madbak
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