Paul Klee
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The landscape
of the poem is within
the poet’s imagination
ready as she is to dis`
embark reality
At any station
along the train`route
upon seeing an old tree
whose tangling limbs
tell a live story
She’ll climb up
into that tree to see
the world as it might be
or as it once was ’til
a train’s arrival
Within an hour
she captures eternity
holds onto it a moment
a fire`fly in a glass jar
set free into air
“I visit regions unknown until now,
Of which there is no word in learned books.
A thousand-year-old tree lasts only one day,
A butterfly is stopped in the air for ever . . .” ~ Czeslaw Milosz
