Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Ginkgo Biloba

To my garden here translated, Foliage of this eastern tree Nourishes the initiated With it’s meaning’s mystery. Is its leaf one self divided, Forked into a shape of strife? Or have two of them decided On a symbiotic life? This I answer without trouble And am qualified to know: I am single, I am double, And my poems tell you so.