Sunday, November 13, 2016

woods





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I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.

Though I am silent
there is singing around me.

Though I am dark
there is vision around me.

Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.



—Wendell Berry


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1 comment:

  1. After 30 years and more of reading modern poetry, I am ashamed to admit that I'm largely unfamiliar with Mr Berry's work, though of course I know his name and have encountered him in anthologies. I may have to remedy this lacuna.

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