a star, a tree

[dragonyphoenix]

a star by Gabriel Rosenstock
a star
a tree
and the longing in between


Tree by Jane Hirschfield

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.

Comments

[maramcreates]

I really, really like the first one (both poems are great, actually) :)

The line this clutter of soup pots and books— is a lot of fun :) !

[dragonyphoenix]

Yeah, the first one is amazing. I was trying to work out the other night what kind of mindset you'd have to be in to even think about a connection, such as longing, between the two of them.

[maramcreates]

There's a lot of longing in star gazing, I think, at least for me. I'd imagine that one would probably either feel a kinship to trees, or the word 'reaching' was tumbling around in one's mind, to connect the two. There's also the mythic quality to the sky and the earth as lovers, though the common gender assumptions in that match are likely reversed in the case of the poem.