On Looking for Models
The trees in time have something else to do besides their treeing. What is it. I'm a starving to death man myself, and thirsty, thirsty by their fountains but I cannot drink their mud and sunlight to be whole. I do not understand these presences that drink for months in the dirt, eat light, and then fast dry in the cold. They stand it out somehow, and how, the Botanists will tell me. It is the "something else" that bothers me, so I often go back to the forests.
From New and Collected Poems 1961-1983 by Alan Dugan, published by the Ecco Press. Copyright © 1983 by Alan Dugan. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
Date Published: 1983-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/looking-models