말처럼 고상한 나무에 대한 목수의 분노 A Sawyer's Rage Against Trees Noble As Horses

말처럼 고상한 나무에 대한 목수의 분노

 

A Sawyer's Rage Against Trees Noble As Horses

 

 

It is even, the way the trees,

  in coming up from the ground,

  from nothing, from a nut,

  take liberties in spreading out

  like animals, like us. But, brutes

  of a chosen ground, they stand

  around in suction, dark, grouped

  like witnesses afraid to act

  beside the accidents of roads

  and more afraid to cross except

  packed in a squirrel's cheek,

  in nuts, or in a fairy's flight

  of seed. Their undersides are dark

  in contrast to the strong, blond,

  human inner arm; even the ground

  beneath them is a hairy damp,

  dirty as groins. Oh we will cut

  them down to boards, pulp, dust,

  and size: fury the ax, fury the saw

  will cure their spreading stands;

courage will make the world plain.

 

Alan Dugan