he's a young man, already acutely aware of exactly how much time he has left. Yet, when I say this poem to myself, I feel really happy, to have the cherries hung with snow, just for now. My guess is, he did too.[by A.E. Housman]
Loveliest of Trees
from Fleda Brown: Traverse City Record-Eagle: On Poetry: Trees at their 'Loveliest'
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