Paul Boccaccio

When the evening light, slanting into
the woods somewhere bathes the tree
trunks in gold…

     Singing and thinking are the stems neighbor to poetry.
     They grow out of Being and reach into its truth.
     Their relationship makes us think of what Hölderlin sings of the trees of the woods:
          â€œAnd to each other they remain unknown,
          So long as they stand, the neighboring trunks.”

—Martin Heidegger, “The Thinker as Poet” (Aus der Erfahrung des Denkens)