On Poetry and Culture Shock

Banana Tree

Banana Tree A flame, a firework,
Red fans, a surprise.
Banana tree in a garden.

Una llama, fuegos artificiales,
Abanicos rojos, una sorpresa.
Una platanera en un jardín.

I love trees. A childhood in an industrial town without trees makes you appreciate them better later. When I came back to Spain from my first trip to Scotland, I summarised my misery as “No cherry trees here and no palm trees there”. Later, I have learnt to enjoy living in two or three countries at once, but I still associate certain trees (bananas, citrus, palm trees) with home.

So imagine my happiness when I saw that a beautiful garden in Cornell had a banana tree.

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