Written by Poet Jane Hirshfield on August 12, 2013
This beautiful poem, very much in the Five More Minutes With zeitgeist, was written by National Book Critics Circle Award for Poetry nominee 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 first branch-tips brush at the window.
Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.
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