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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428460" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Olive Tree</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428460" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Save for a lusterless honing-stone of moon<br>The sky stretches its flawless canopy<br>Blue as the blue silk of the Jewish flag<br>Over the valley and out to sea.<br>It is bluest just above the olive tree.<br>You cannot find in twisted Italy<br>So straight a one; it stands not on a crag,<br>Is not humpbacked with bearing in scored stone,<br>But perfectly erect in my front yard,<br>Oblivious of its fame. The fruit is hard, <br>Multitudinous, acid, tight on the stem;<br>The leaves ride boat-like in the brimming sun,<br>Going nowhere and scooping up the light.<br>It is the silver tree, the holy tree,<br>Tree of all attributes.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428460" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">   Now on the lawn<br>The olives fall by thousands, and I delight<br>To shed my tennis shoes and walk on them,<br>Pressing them coldly into the deep grass,<br>In love and reverence for the total loss.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=428460" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Anonymous submission.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Karl+Shapiro">Karl Shapiro</a></strong></div>