The tree casts its shadow on everything, even upon the woodcutter.
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The tree casts its shade upon all, even upon the woodcutter.
The woodcutter's axe begged for its handle from the tree. The tree gave it.
aphorism by Rabindranath Tagore from Stray Birds (1916), translated by Rabindranath Tagore
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Every tree casts shadow on its own bottom.
Woman’s Death Bell
Woman is a tree with bearing;
Men throng her like birds and cattle
Towards the tree for fruits and shade.
The woodcutter is the bridegroom.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The ordinary man casts a shadow in a way we do not quite understand. The man of genius casts light.
quote by George Steiner
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Rip
It can't be the passing of time that casts
That white shadow across the waters
Just offshore.
I shiver a little, with the evening.
I turn down the steep path to find
What's left of the river gold.
I whistle a dog lazily, and lazily
A bird whistles me.
Close by a big river, I am alive in my own country,
I am home again.
Yes: I lived here, and here, and my name,
That I carved young, with a girl's, is healed over, now,
And lies sleeping beneath the inward sky
Of a tree's skin, close to the quick.
It's best to keep still.
But:
There goes that bird that whistled me down here
To the river a moment ago.
Who is he? A little white barn owl from Hudson's Bay,
Flown out of his range here, and, if he wants to,
He can be the body that casts
That white shadow across the waters
Just offshore.
poem by James Arlington Wright
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You must make up your mind; either a tree or a woodcutter be.
aphorism by Valeriu Butulescu from Immensity of the Point, translated by Eva A. Ziem
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Shadow Me
Shadow me oh my
Dark emotion.
Shadow me all the way!
Shadow me to rock
In cradle heart,
To sway and just to sway!
Shadow me as a
Shady love tree,
In my hot, scorching day!
Shadow me must in,
Middle of night,
Like a gleaming pure ray!
Shadow me, shadow,
My foggy love,
Shadow wild me to tame.
Shadow to follow
My every step,
Shadow me in each poem!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Fantasy...
A tree and its shadow
And a dreamy meadow
Waiting for someone....
The Shadow asks ' how is she doing? '
Tree whispers ' shhh! sleeping'
'oops! sorry' says shadow and waits
waiting...they are for the flower that sleeps
on a thin green brunch of the tree
The tree, now drowsy, as sun
Readies itself to set, for the night
and the little shadow? it grows unwatched
With the dimming light
The Tree sleeps,
The meadow sleeps
Huts sleep
and the man inside it
Is in slumber too
Tiny little shadow grows into night
Embraces life with darkness punctured with lights
Dawn Awakes
Sun rays come running back to the tree
Tree asks 'my shadow? where IS he? '
the Tallest palm tree, sky abreast
says 'i think I saw him running northwest! '
The Shadow creeps in and stands upon a pebble
Says ' i wana see...i wana see! ' with boyish charm
Then The flower finally falls
Into shadow's lap
'shh! she's still taking a nap! '
says tree to his friend
Wind blows, it wants to play with her
The sleeping beauty, The flower
'Look! Look! ...she's smiling!
She's happy! she must be dreaming! '
The shadow hushes, excited!
A girl comes out of the hut...
Takes the flower, the sweet, from Shadows lap
What will you do with her, little girl?
She's taking a nap! '
'I'll play with it', the little girl says
The Shadow starts crying
The tree wishpers...
' dont cry dear...let it be...
Tommorrow morning You'll see
Our flower is back with us
On your lap she's lying!
Night comes again
Tree and its shadow sleeps
with Dreamy smiles on their lips
Dawn brings light to the tree and shadow
They wake up and see
Adorned with Dew drops like some rare gems
Their Sweet little flower is back with them!
poem by Saurabh Som
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Chocolate and Wine
The arch of greed
Casts a shadow over my gentle mind
That transpires my drift full need
Into an uncontrollable find
The persuasion of the heretic
Shapes your decisive pleasure
That product, that thing you will find
You will happily find in your leisure
But the arch of greed
Casts a shadow over my indecisive mind
That transpires my begging need
Into an indescribable find
This is my cherished addiction of chocolate and wine...
From this I never wish to decline!
Copyright of Sara Tehrani
poem by Sara Tehrani
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The Song of the Barren Orange Tree
Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of being without fruit.
Why was I born among mirrors?
Day goes round and round me.
The night copies me
in all its stars.
I want to live without my reflection.
And then let me dream
that ants and thistledown
are my leaves and my parrots.
poem by Federico García Lorca
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Grow and grow
When a seed, a hen will peck,
When a sprout, a snail will nib,
When a plant, a goat will bite,
And when a tree, a woodcutter will fell.
I must grow and grow till I'm spared.
23.07.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hill slope
Down on the hill slope a tree was there with flowers on it,
Season came and season goes,
it remain there with shade and fruits to give,
Small wood pecker or big owl,
all were there as it was there home to live,
One day a wood cutter found it useful to him,
he thought it to cut and takes its wood to sell in city,
birds and squirrel on tree helplessly saw the tree,
they tried to make noise,
but it didn't affected the woodcutter in the need
he cut down the tree to take the wood,
the tree on hiill slope became log of wood,
weak protest of bird and animals,
on it was not enough,
to save the tree.
tree full of life became silent as saying what was my fault,
is it only there right to live,
but yes its true only humans here,
are powerfull and can do anything to live and win,
hill slope became barren and dry like desert
poor tree however it was home for many
didn't found the place on to live on earth.
the reason it don't understand
why it is weak and meek.not able to
survive and get its right to stay alive to give shade and life to others.
poem by Hemu Gupta
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Character is like a tree and reputation like a shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it the tree is the real thing.
quote by Abraham Lincoln
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When the sun is highest it casts the least shadow.