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There was once a tree

by Kenji
Click on the green. Hasan: Squirrels on a Plane Tree ~ I saw not two trees become foe. I saw not a willow, Sell its shade to the earth. Benevolently it shares, The elm its branch to the raven. Wherever there is a leaf, My Passion blossoms. (Sohrab Sehperi) ~ She was the most beautiful girl i had seen. It was summer, the laburnum tree was in bright yellow bloom. Beneath its branches i was smitten, but how could my fumbling heart express my instant undying love? I was not well versed in the romantic arts. I dropped a coin for her to pick up and keep. Decades ago now, we were eleven. Two hours we were together. It was the first and last time i… Read more

Click on the green.

Hasan: Squirrels on a Plane Tree

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I saw not two trees become foe.
I saw not a willow,
Sell its shade to the earth.
Benevolently it shares,
The elm its branch to the raven.
Wherever there is a leaf,
My Passion blossoms.

(Sohrab Sehperi)

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She was the most beautiful girl i had seen. It was summer, the laburnum tree was in bright yellow bloom. Beneath its branches i was smitten, but how could my fumbling heart express my instant undying love? I was not well versed in the romantic arts. I dropped a coin for her to pick up and keep. Decades ago now, we were eleven. Two hours we were together. It was the first and last time i saw her. (Kenji)

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“At the end of the Fourth Month and the beginning of the Fifth the orange trees have dark green leaves and are covered with brilliant white flowers.In the early morning, when they have been sprinkled with rain, one feels that nothing in the world can match their charm; and if one is fortunate enough to see the fruit itself, standing out like golden spheres among the flowers, it looks as beautiful as the most magnificent of sights, the cherry blossoms damp with morning dew. But i need say no more: so much has been written about the beauty of the orange trees in the many poems that link them with the hototogisu

I cannot speak of the paulownia as i do of the other trees; for this is where that grandiose and famous bird of China makes its nest, and the idea fills me with awe. Besides, it is this tree that provides the wood for the zithers from which come so many delightful sounds. how can i have used such a commonplace word as “delightful”? The pawlonia is not only delightful: it is magnificent"
(Pillow Book of Sei Shonagon)

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I had intended to pass on here the tale of Kenju’s Wood, by Miyazawa Kenji, but it is too long!

And my thoughts are also with little Opal Whiteley of Oregon who so loved the trees and her friends the animals.

In May the pair of handkerchief trees in the wood where my dogs loved to roam would come into bloom!

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Not on Mubi:
A Tree Called Karite
The Forest (Scharf)

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