Finding a new poet to discover thrills me. Jeffrey Overstreet's book on film, Through
a Screen Darkly ( which is so very, very good), introduced me to Jane Hirshfield.
It is foolish
to let a young redwood
grow next to a house.
Even in this
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.
Jane Hirshfield, “Tree” from Given Sugar, Given Salt. Cop