Teaching (for Wendell Clausen)
	You, by the window here with me, Who never spoke to me before, But called me in When I went by your office door, You are a stranger Why insist I see What stands below your window there, The white tree? The spring went by like a dull rain Of "It is gone," "You cannot have it,"
"	We will have to see," And then you showed me this, The glittering tree, Which stands out in an open place, For anyone at all to see, And now I am that anyone, Since when he looks, he looks for love of me, And I for love of him, At the flowering tree. It is so hard to say, so plain to see. But you have made it speak, it speaks through me: The vivid tree. Other Places. Johannesburg, South Africa: William Waterman Publications, 1995, p. 46

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