OWEN LOWERY Had it always been prone and immense there between barbed wire strands and the cornfield, its roots feathering the wind? Not a leaf on it while it lived and was reborn with each visit. Husk and bark and…
The dead tree
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Fragility – Kruchość
KRYSTYNA LENKOWSKA Fragility You say that the earth we touch is only a landslide. We walk along the ridge of the tongue where homes grew with a hearth in the heart. We don’t know what happened to them later. Maybe…
The Reason I Climb Trees
CEAITÍ NÍ BHEILDIÚIN [CATHI WELDON] Na cúiseanna go nDreapaim Crainn Dreapaim crann is mo bhuataisí orm M’iallacha ceangailte, bivouac im phaca agam. Dreapaim an crann is luascaim ann sa ghaoth. Dreapaim crann d’fhonn úll a stoitheadh D’fhonn radharcanna a fheiscint…
Victor Hugo’s To the Trees, a translation by Timothy Adès
VICTOR HUGO You forest trees, how well you know my mind! The envious crowd is raucous and unkind; You know my soul! You’ve seen me as I’ve gone Gazing and musing in your depths alone: You know the outcrop that…
Miracle in Manhattan
GEORGE GÖMÖRI In the whole of New York what I liked best was the tree: that tree with its dense foliage spreading its arms up there on the roof, green and abandoned as the everyday miracle that is the created…
Green Men and Virgin Goddesses
BILL LEWIS Green Men Green Men grin and gurn From blackened beams, That creak and groan as Ancient houses dream; Swayed by wind in Branches long since snapped. Foliate faces flower in the Memory of an antique hour, Unwinding beneath…
The Albero Project, Index
THE ALBERO PROJECT Edited by Silvia Pio and Richard Berengarten Alphabetical Index of Authors, Translators, Artists, Film-makers, Photographers, Composers This ongoing project was founded at the Festival of Trees in October 2017 in Mondovi, Piedmont, Italy. All contributions can also…