It is foolish

让一棵小红杉

to let a young redwood

紧挨着屋子生长，

grow next to a house.

这很愚蠢。

Even in this

即便只是

one lifetime,

在此生的岁月，

you will have to choose.

你也须抉择。

That great calm being,

那巨大的安静的生灵，

this clutter of soup pots and books—

这些乱糟糟的汤罐和书籍——

Already the first branch-tips brush at the window.

初生的枝丫嫩尖已经轻划着窗棂。

Softly, calmly, immensity taps at your life.

无限正叩击你的生命，轻柔、宁静。