To my garden here translated, Foliage of this eastern tree Nourishes the initiated With it’s meaning’s mystery. Is its leaf one self divided, Forked into a shape of strife? Or have two of them decided On a symbiotic life? This I answer without trouble And am qualified to know: I am single, I am double, And my poems tell you so.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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