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Suppose<\/strong><\/p>\n Suppose\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the tree let\u2019s say one wilful day to bend no more but took as if it had a mind suppose\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the person too but turn <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Ray Malone<\/strong> is an artist and writer currently living and working in Berlin, with work published in numerous magazines in the U.S., U.K. and Ireland. This poem is from a series of projects exploring the lyric potential of minimal forms based on various musical and\/or literary models.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Suppose Suppose\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 the tree once leant into the wind went the other way against the giving in the prevailing call to obey let\u2019s say one wilful day it shook free from ages of constraint and from its deepest roots up urged itself to bow no more to bend no more but took […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18423","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18423","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18423"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18423\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18509,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18423\/revisions\/18509"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18423"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18423"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18423"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nonce leant into the wind
\nwent the other way
\nagainst the giving in
\nthe prevailing call to obey<\/p>\n
\nit shook free
\nfrom ages of constraint
\nand from its deepest roots up
\nurged itself to bow no more<\/p>\n
\nto doing something trees
\nhad never ever done
\ndecide
\nas if it had a mind to<\/p>\n
\nto say why when the wind blows
\nit so easily sways
\nso will-less in its strength
\nit lets whatever wind have its way<\/p>\n
\nonce bent to be the way they are
\nwere of a mind to say
\nno more no more will I
\nstand rooted by<\/p>\n
\nto face the wind
\ncome what
\nor what winds may<\/p>\n