"Oh, tree outside my window, we are kin,
For you ask nothing of a friend but this:
To lean against the window and peer in
And watch me move about! Sufficient bliss
For me, who stand behind its framework stout,
Full of my tiny tragedies and grotesque grieves,
To lean agains the window and peer out,
Admiring infinites'mal leaves."
To a Tree ( Extract from 'Writen in Youth')
a poem by Elizabeth Bishop
From Elizabeth Bishop Collected Poems
Photos by Sandra Saldanha
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