Palm Tree, Rabindranath Tagore

Palm-tree

Palm-tree: single-legged giant,
topping the other trees,
peering at the firmament –
It longs to pierce the black cloud-ceiling

and fly away, away,
if only it had wings.
The tree seems to express its wish
in the tossing of its head:
its fronds heave and swish –

It thinks, Maybe my leaves are feathers,
and noting stops me now
from rising on their flutter.
All day the fronds on the windblown tree
soar and flap and shudder

as though it thinks it can fly,
As though it wanders in the skies,
travelling who knows where,
wheeling past the stars –
And then as soon as the wind dies down,

the fronds subside, subside:
the mind of the tree returns
To earth, recalls that earth is its mother:
and then it likes once more
its earthly corner.