Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Strange TreeElizabeth Madox Roberts
From “Under the Tree”
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I saw a different kind of tree.
Its trunk was old and large and bent,
And I could feel it look at me.
Beyond, to reach some other place.
I saw a tree that looked at me,
And yet it did not have a face.
It looked at me with all its bark.
The yellow wrinkles on its sides
Were bent and dark.
But when I stopped and turned to see,
The tree was bending to the side
And leaning out to look at me.