Poems (Bibesco)/X Conceit

by Elizabeth Bibesco

X CONCEIT

A trembling leaf on an indifferent tree,Defiant foam rebelling at the sea,A drowsy flower surrendering to a bee—I wonder which is you, and which is me?

The smallest leaf is life to every tree,The furthest spray returneth to the sea,The tightest bud must open to a bee,If I am you, then, surely you are me?