Green Figs by Edward Hirsch I want to live like that little fig tree that sprouted up at the beach last spring and spread its leaves over the sandy rock. All summer its stubborn green fruit (tiny flowers covered with a soft skin) ripened and grew in the bright salt spray. The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil was a fig tree, or so it is said, but this wild figure was a wanton stray. I need to live like that crooked tree— solitary, bittersweet, and utterly free— that knelt down in the hardest winds but could not be blasted away. It kept its eye on the far horizon and brought honey out of the rock.
Posted on: Sun, 04 Aug 2013 17:31:00 +0000
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