Little Tree

e e cummings

 little tree
 little silent Christmas tree
 you are so little
 you are more like a flower

 who found you in the green forest
 and were you very sorry to come away?
 see   i will comfort you
 because you smell so sweetly

 i will kiss your cool bark
 and hug you safe and tight
 just as your mother would,
 only don't be afraid

 look   the spangles
 that sleep all the year in a dark box
 dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
 the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,

 put up your little arms
 and i'll give them all to you to hold
 every finger shall have its ring
 and there won't a single place dark or unhappy

 then when you're quite dressed
 you'll stand in the window for everyone to see
 and how they'll stare!
 oh but you'll be very proud

 and my little sister and i will take hands
 and looking up at our beautiful tree
 we'll dance and sing
 "Noel Noel"

Commentary

I didn’t see this in the archives and thought I’d suggest it in honor of the season. I first read this poem in a lovely picture book that my six-year-old daughter owns. I like the strong images and the personification of this lonely, scared little tree that is adopted into the family and celebrated. Of course what is unspoken is that it’s going out in the trash on December 26! But the tree doesn’t have to know that.

— Sasha Nyary


The Wondering Minstrels, poem #1581 · 27 December 2004

Guest poem submitted by Sasha Nyary

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