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Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Ancient Language', by Hannah Stephenson

The view west over the pine trees along Glengarriff Harbour and the Beara Peninsula, Ireland

If you stand at the edge of the forest

and stare into it

every tree at the edge will blow a little extra

oxygen toward you

It has been proven

Leaves have admitted it

The pines I have known

have been especially candid

One said

that all breath in this world

is roped together

that breathing is

the most ancient language

"Ancient Language" by Hannah Stephenson. Text as posted on the poet's blog (12/31/2013). © Hannah Stephenson.


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