The poem Willow and Ginkgo is not actually about trees. What…
The poem Willow and Ginkgo is not actually about trees. What is it actually about (what is it a metaphor for)? [Short Answer, Full Sentence Format] The willow is like an etching,Fine-lined against the sky.The ginkgo is like a crude sketch,Hardly worthy to be signed.The willow’s music is like a soprano,Delicate and thin.The ginkgo’s tune is like a chorusWith everyone joining in. The willow is sleek as a velvet-nosed calf;The ginkgo is leathery as an old bull.The willow’s branches are like silken thread;The ginkgo’s like stubby rough wool.The willow is like a nymph with streaming hair;Wherever it grows, there is green and gold and fair.The willow dips to the water,Protected and precious, like the king’s favorite daughter. The ginkgo forces its way through gray concrete;Like a city child, it grows up in the street.Thrust against the metal sky,Somehow it survives and even thrives.My eyes feast upon the willow,But my heart goes to the ginkgo.
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