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Check out Green Man: The Archetype of Our Oneness with the Earth by William Anderson. I especially love this poem:

>Like antlers, like veins of the brain the birches
>Mark patterns of mind on the red winter sky;
>‘I am thought of all plants, 'says the Green Man,
>'I am thought of all plants,'says he.
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>The Hungry birds harry the last berries of rowan
>But white is her bark in the darkness of rain;
>'I rise with the sap, 'says the Green Man,
>'I rise with the sap,'says he.
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>The ashes are clashing their boughs like sword-dancers,
>Their black buds are tracing wild faces in the clouds;
>'I come with the wind, 'says the Green Man,
>'I come with the wind, 'says he.
>
>The Alders are rattling as though ready for battle
>Guarding the grove where she waits for her lover;
>'I burn with desire, 'says the Green Man,
>'I burn with desire, 'says he.
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>In and out of the yellowing wands of the willow
>The pollen-bright bees are plundering the catkins;
>'I am honey of love, 'says the Green Man,
>'I am honey of love, 'says he.
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>The hedges of quick are thick with May blossom
>As the dancers advance on the leaf-covered King:
>'It’s off with my head, 'says the Green Man’
>'It’s off with my head, 'Says he.
>
>Green Man becomes grown man in flames of the oak
>As it’s crown forms his mask and it’s leafage his features;
>'I speak through the oak, 'says the Green Man
>'I speak though the oak, 'say he.
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>The holly is flowering as hayfields are rolling
>Their gleaming long grasses like waves of the sea;
>'I shine with the sun, 'says the Green Man,
>'I shine with the sun, 'says he,
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>The hazels are rocking the cups of their nuts
>As harvesters shout when the last sheaf is cut;
>'I swim with the salmon, 'says the Green man,
>'I swim with the salmon, 'says he.
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>The globes of the grapes are robing with bloom
>Like the hazes of Autumn,like the Milky Way’s stardust;
>'I am crushed for your drink,'says the Green man,
>'I am crushed for your drink,'says he,
>
>The aspen drops silver of leaves on earth’s salver
>And the poplars shed gold on the young ivy flower heads;
>'I have paid for your pleasure,'says the Greenman,
>'I have paid for your pleasure,'says he.
>
>The reed beds are flanking in silence the islands
>Where meditates Wisdom as she waits and waits:
>'I have kept her secret, 'says the Green Man,
>'I have kept her secret, 'says he.
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>The bark of the elder makes whistles for children
>To call to the deer as the rove over the snow;
>'I am born in the dark, 'says the Green Man,
>'I am born in the dark, 'says he.
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>-William Anderson