Like an old tree uprooted by the wind <br />And flung down cruelly <br />With roots bared to the sun and stars <br />And limp leaves brought to earth — <br />Torn from its house — <br />So do I seem to myself <br />When you have left me.<br /><br />Conrad Potter Aiken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/improvisations-light-and-snow-14/
