Ears to Here

The language of my backyard poplar tree cannot be translated into English.  

At least not by me.

I understand a French poet tried it long ago.  Tho’ I don’t know if he was translating Poplar.  It could have been Oak or Elm.

“Lovely” was the word he left us with. Maybe that is the best we can do. Something always gets lost in translation.


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