LORD TENNYSON'S OAK
Page after page of guy in love
pretending to be talking to an oak
hearing it, eyeless but seeing,
praise the loveliness of his girl.
Four or five centuries he makes
the oak be, but thrice as beautiful
than any it - eyeless but seeing -
has ever seen his girl to be.
Talking to an oak, hearing
it to speak? One mad lad -
whose girlfriend too might
as imaginary be as the speaking oak.
31.05.2019