“Tree” by Jane Hirshfield

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

  1. Jerome Bloom says:

    THANKS FOR THE REMINDER

    I HAVE ALWAYS

    LIKED THIS POEM

    AND THE MULLBERRY?

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