English poem
The Pines Are Thinking
by Hartley Burr Alexander (1873–1939)
The cottonwood trees, growing in clumps, They are very loquacious, conversing with one another.
But the tall pines are like men in meditation, They seldom have anything to say.
In winter the leaves of the cottonwoods are fallen, Their branches are shelterless; But the pine-trees are always green.
The Day is a blue Man, with a burning heart... The Night is a Woman, with a changing heart... ]