Den fallna Eken

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Chêne, Ek, Nationalstadsparken, Oak

The fallen Oak

Where its shade was, the oak itself now sprawls,
lifeless, no longer vying with the wind.
The people say: I see now—it was tall!

The little nests of springtime now depend
from limbs that used to rise to a safer height.
People say: I see now—it was a friend!
  / Giovanni Pascoli /

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