THE INVERTED EUCALYPTUS


In the unlit room, the glass-topped table

reflects the crepuscular, upside-down

image of the tree. In this small picture,

the Moon is descending through its branches.

 

Through the window, a hazy full Moon,

trailing south easterly clouds, is rising,

with the shimmering Evening Star, above

the eucalyptus, across a darkening sky.

 

How fast we move through the universe and yet

how still the glass on the table and the panes

in the window, the tree and its image,

the ubiquitous eucalyptus, appear:

 

an accidental, antipodean

masterwork of reality and dream.

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  1. #1 by John Chapman - January 25th, 2012 at 16:38

    And yet, recently seen on TV, all matter is in a state of flux, everything is moving due to electrons being in constant random motion so nothing, apparently, is ever “still” although the movement may be so slow that we do not perceive it.
    How perceptions have been massively changed, even in my lifetime, and continue to be in a seemingly accelerating fashion as science rushes us on to infinity.

  2. #2 by Tim Ellis - January 27th, 2012 at 12:50

    Science shows us that our subjective perceptions of the universe tell us very little about reality. Is that what this poem is saying? All we see is a misleading reflection of the truth? Interesting use of the word antipodean.

  3. #3 by David Selzer - January 27th, 2012 at 18:23

    Yes, it is about the ancient dichotomy between being and seeming. In many ways, the latter is as true – that is, as significant, for us – as the former.

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