At three rivers, april ‘80

by Ursula K. Le Guin

A tree that blossoms in the wilderness

in some April beyond history

and farther west than all the pioneers

is in no way less

though there be none to bless

and no woman stand in tears

under the whitening flowers.

Only the tears were ours.

“At Three Rivers, April ‘80” by Ursula K. Le Guin

Used by permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd.

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