Gardener at Heart - Book One

The Acorn (Quercus garryana)

No, Hamlet has not been here. If he had,

He would have seen how very big a dream’s

Encompassed by my shell: a noble plan,

Complete in every part from germ to seam,

Distilled, condensed, intensified, compact,

Thus rounded to a lovely oval fit

That’s neither loose nor tight; no room, in fact,

For any second thoughts or thoughtless fits:

Forget the zero—empty brittle clown;

Forget infinity—it is a cheat.

And yet there’s room here, Hamlet, room to count

The still-uncounted wonders of the seed,

    A living dream that grows, not for a king,

    But simply for the song it has to sing.

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