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