The tree is here, still, in pure stone,
in deep evidence, in solid beauty,
layered, through a hundred million years.
Agate, cornelian, gemstone
transmuted the timber and sap
until damp corruptions
fissured the giant's trunk
fusing a parallel being:
the living leaves
unmade themselves
and when the pillar was overthrown
fire in the forest, blaze of the dust-cloud,
celestial ashes mantled it round,
until time, and the lava, created
this gift, of translucent stone.
Notes
XVI: From: ‘Las Piedras del Cielo’
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There is perfect harmony of thoght with the words like still i the first line and stone to end the poem with.stillness and stone do add to beauty of nature.very novel way of presenting the picture
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