Poesie sulla festa dell'albero

Poesie sulla festa dell'albero In English for schools

  Tree Poems The Heart of the TreeWhat does he plant who plants a tree?

He plants a friend of sun and sky;He plants the flag of breezes free;The shaft of beauty, towering high.He plants a home to heaven anighFor song and mother-croon of birdIn hushed and happy twilight heard --The treble of heaven's harmony --These things he plants who plants a tree.What does he plant who plants a tree?He plants cool shade and tender rain,And seed and bud of days to be,And years that fade and flush again;He plants the glory of the plain;He plants the forest's heritage;The harvest of a coming age;They joy that unborn eyes shall see --These things he plants who plants a tree.What does he plant who plants a tree?He plants, in sap and leaf and wood,In love of home and loyaltyAnd far-cast thought of civic good --His blessing on the neighborhoodWho in the hollow of His handHolds all the growth of all our land --A nation's growth from sea to seaStirs in his heart who plants a tree. Henry Cuyler Bunner(1855 - 1896) TreesI think that I shall never seeA poem lovely as a tree.A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the sweet earth's flowing breast;A tree that looks at God all day,And lifts her leafy arms to pray;A tree that may in summer wearA nest of robins in her hair;Upon whose bosom snow has lain;Who intimately lives with rain.Poems are made by fools like me,But only God can make a tree. Alfred Joyce Kilmer, (1886 - 1918) Think like a TreeSoak up the sunAffirm life's magicBe graceful in the windStand tall after a stormFeel refreshed after it rainsGrow strong without noticeBe prepared for each seasonProvide shelter to strangersHang tough through a cold spellEmerge renewed at the first signs of springStay deeply rooted while reaching for the skyBe still long enough tohear your own leaves rustling. Karen I. Shragg   She slept beneath a tree  She slept beneath a tree --Remembered but by me.I touched her Cradle mute --She recognized the foot --Put on her carmine suitAnd see! Emily Dickinson The Rose Tree 'O words are lightly spoken,'Said Pearse to Connolly,'Maybe a breath of politic wordsHas withered our Rose Tree;Or maybe but a wind that blowsAcross the bitter sea.''It needs to be but watered,'James Connolly replied,'To make the green come out againAnd spread on every side,And shake the blossom from the budTo be the garden's pride.''But where can we draw water,'Said Pearse to Connolly,'When all the wells are parched away?O plain as plain can beThere's nothing but our own red bloodCan make a right Rose Tree.'  William Butler Yeats Street in Agrigentum There is still the wind that I rememberfiring the manes of horses, racing,slanting, across the plains,the wind that stains and scours the sandstone,and the heart of gloomy columns, telamons,overthrown in the grass. Spirit of the ancients, greywith rancour, return on the wind,breathe in that feather-light mossthat covers those giants, hurled down by heaven.How alone in the space that’s still yours!And greater, your pain, if you hear, once more,the sound that moves, far off, towards the sea,where Hesperus streaks the sky with morning:the jew’s-harp vibratesin the waggoner’s mouthas he climbs the hill of moonlight, slow,in the murmur of Saracen olive trees. Salvatore Quasimodo   Il circolo Legambiente di Corato sostiene la realizzazione di  pozzi in Niger nella zona  Gourmancé (sud-ovest). Puoi sostenere l'iniziativa attraverso bonifico bancario sul conto di SMA SOLIDALE ONLUS, Cod. IBAN: IT57 A061 7501 4170 0000 1838 280, presso la Banca CARIGE Agenzia 117, via Timavo 92/R GENOVA o effettuare il versamento sul CCP (conto corrente postale) n° 944 445 93, intestato a: SMA Solidale Onlus, Via Romana di Quarto, 179 - 16148 Genova indicando nella causale "per progetto Pozzi in Niger, cod S010". Per inf  www.missioni-africane.org  o www.legambientecorato.it

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