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The Tree by Godofredo Burce Bunao (Poem) - Meaning and Analysis
The tree was very beautiful to me
When I was a boy
I climbed for fruit or out of a branch of the tree
Made me a toy&#;
A top, for instance, that spun around, carefree
And wound for joy until it toppled over and was dead.
No longer the boy,
I find the tree as beautiful as though not
Just for branch
Or a bunch of fruit but-more than that-for a bed
Or to fence the ranch
In which I raise the beasts that fill the pot
In the many shapes
My simple commerce turn them to like bread
Or fish or grapes
To feed the brood the little woman me.
There go the boys.
Go watch them, strong limb; spread up the tree,
They pluck their toys
Out of its branches, as out of my childhood tree
I shaped my joys.
When I was a boy
I climbed for fruit or out of a branch of the tree
Made me a toy&#;
A top, for instance, that spun around, carefree
And wound for joy until it toppled over and was dead.
No longer the boy,
I find the tree as beautiful as though not
Just for branch
Or a bunch of fruit but-more than that-for a bed
Or to fence the ranch
In which I raise the beasts that fill the pot
In the many shapes
My simple commerce turn them to like bread
Or fish or grapes
To feed the brood the little woman me.
There go the boys.
Go watch them, strong limb; spread up the tree,
They pluck their toys
Out of its branches, as out of my childhood tree
I shaped my joys.
Meanings and Analysis
Imagine the poet standing on a road and on the side of the road is a big tree.
Such tree reminds him of his childhood. A childhood where he spent a lot of time climbing trees. Climbing tree