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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=559798" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It's Necessary To Talk About Trees</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">IT'S NECESSARY TO TALK ABOUT THE TREES</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>It's necessary to talk about the trees<br>which are being sacrificed by men<br>who, spreading like a virulent disease, <br>uncaring as a cruel carcinogen, <br>destroy their habitat and fill the air<br>with gases trees once would transform to ox-<br>ygen. Now no less helpless than the sheep<br>which could not understand the paradox<br>proclaiming that their sacrifice might keep<br>the slaughterers from harm, the trees men chop<br>or burn are forced to waste their chlorophyll <br>as sheep were forced to waste their blood. To stop<br>arboreal holocaust transcends the will<br>of those who know if we can't coexist<br>with trees we all will disappear like them.<br>Like sheep, the trees of course cannot resist, <br>unable to protest ad hominem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adrienne Rich died on 3/27/12 in Santa Cruz, at the age of 82. Dennis Bartel on KUSC broadcast a recording of her reading her poem, &quot;What Kind of Times Are These? &quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill<br>and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows<br>near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted<br>who disappeared into those shadows.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don't be fooled<br>this isn't a Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here, <br>our country moving closer to its own truth and dread, <br>its own ways of making people disappear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I won't tell you where the place is, the dark mesh of the woods<br>meeting the unmarked strip of light—<br>ghost-ridden crossroads, leafmold paradise: <br>I know already who wants to buy it, sell it, make it disappear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And I won't tell you where it is, so why do I tell you<br>anything? Because you still listen, because in times like these<br>to have you listen at all, it's necessary<br>to talk about trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">3/29/12	#9721</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gershon+Hepner">Gershon Hepner</a><div class=q>
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It's necessary to talk about the trees
which are being sacrificed by men
who, spreading like a virulent disease, 
uncaring as a cruel carcinogen, 
destroy their habitat and fill the air
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