Wendell Berry

December 22, 2013

I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
where I left them, asleep like cattle.

Then what is afraid of me comes
and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.

Then what I am afraid of comes.
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.

After days of labor,
mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
and I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move.

Wendell Berry

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Sincerely,

Lena Jácome

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12 Responses to “Wendell Berry”

  1. smilecalm said

    sweet song
    to nature 🙂

  2. Kamalpreet said

    Good one.. nice .. like it..
    You might also like some poetry here:
    http://keyisinspiration.wordpress.com/category/poetry/

  3. Merry Christmas, my dear friend and best wishes to you and your loved ones in Year 2014! Cheers~ 😀

  4. “It sings, and I hear its song.” Wendell Berry is one of my favorite writers. Wonderful tree. Happy Holidays to you, Lena.

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