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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">Place by W.S.Merwin</p><span><br></span><p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal"><span>On the last day of the world</span><br><span>I would want to plant a tree</span><br><br><span>what for</span><br><span>not for the fruit</span><br><br><span>the tree that bears the fruit</span><br><span>is not the one that was planted</span><br><br><span>I want the tree that stands</span><br><span>in the earth for the first time</span><br><br><span>with the sun already</span><br><span>going down</span><br><br><span>and the water</span><br><span>touching its roots</span><br><br><span>in the earth full of the dead</span><br><span>and the clouds passing</span><br><br><span>one by one</span><br><span>over its leave...