Douglas Fir

Ken Howe

It is easier to apprehend the sacredness（神圣） of the Douglas-Fir in the 

     mountains, where it is more rare. 

Frequently alone in a meadow, surrounded by dropped fir cones（锥形体）, 

     needles bestrewing its pedestal, its dais. 

The Douglas-Fir can eschew（避免） standing in a fire which burns but does 

     not consume when it interpellates a Charlton Heston or other 

     zealot（狂热者）. Its aloofness（冷漠，高傲） is its sufficient interpellative act, cleanly 

     articulate in the thin alpine silence. 

The meadow is filled with this silence, Ukrainian dolls of it radiating 

     from the tree, a choir of bumblebees in the goat-grazed grass: 

     the tree the omega point of a labyrinth of columbine and saxifrage

     encompassing the entire valley and diagramming, in labelled 

     SI units, each isobar of its beatitude（祝福）.