Posted by: amygdala | July 19, 2010

Tree

“Tree” by Jane Hirshfield

It is foolish
to let a young redwood
grow next to a house.
Even in this
one lifetime
you will have to choose.
That great calm being,
this clutter of soup pots and books-
Already the branch-tips brush at the window.
Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.

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