This poem is taken from PN Review 36, Volume 10 Number 4, March - April 1984.
The ReturnI am saying goodbye to the trees,
The beech, the cedar, the elm,
The mild woods of these parts
Misted with car exhaust,
And sawdust, and the last
Gasps of the poisoned nymphs.
I have watched girls walking
And children playing under
Lilac and rhododendron,
And me flicking my ash
Into the rose bushes
As if I owned the place;
As if the trees responded
To my ignorant admiration
Before dawn when the branches
Glitter at first light,
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