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 first branch-tips brush at the window.
Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.
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About This Poem
- Poet:
Jane Hirshfield (b. 1953)
- Poetic Terms:
Free Verse
Jane Hirshfield, “Tree” from Given Sugar, Given Salt. Copyright © 2001 by Jane Hirshfield. Used by permission of HarperCollins Publishers.
Source: Given Sugar Given Salt (HarperCollins Publishers Inc, 2001)