Tuesday 4 September 2018

Lars Gustafsson, 'Körsbärsträdet'

The cherry tree fell
one sudden stormy night.
and when top, trunk and branches
had been divided up and laid aside,
the tree’s last berries gleamed
in the grass as they had fallen.
They had nothing notable about them,
no special taste or attribute.
Only the fact they were the last.

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