Sabbaths 2005 XIII (Monday Poem)

 by Wendell Berry

Eternity is not infinity.

It is not a long time.

It does not begin at the end of time.

It does not run parallel to time.

In its entirety it always was.

In its entirety it will always be.

It is entirely present always

from This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry

Counterpoint, 2013

Sabbaths 1996 VI (Monday Poem)

 by Wendell Berry

A bird the size

of a leaf fills

the whole lucid

evening with

his note, and flies.

 

 

from This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry

Counterpoint, 2013 

Sabbaths 2005 XI (Monday Poem)

by Wendell Berry

My young grandson rides with me

as I mow the day's first swath

in the hillside pasture,

and then he rambles the woods beyond

the field's edge, emerging

from the trees to wave, and I wave back,

remembering that I too once

played at the field's edge and waved

to an old workman who went mowing by,

waving back to me as he passed.

from This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry

Counterpoint, 2013

Sabbaths 1999 VII (Monday Poem)

 by Wendell Berry

We travelers, walking to the sun, can't see

Ahead, but looking back the very light

That blinded us shows us the way we came,

Along which blessings now appear, risen

As if from sightlessness to sight, and we,

By blessing brightly lit, keep going toward

The blessed light that yet to us is dark.

 

 

from This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry

Counterpoint, 2013 

Future Memories (Monday Poem)

 

By Mario Meléndez

Translated from the Spanish by Eloisa Amezcua

My sister woke me very early
that morning and told me
“Get up, you have to come see this
the ocean’s filled with stars”
Delighted by the revelation
I dressed quickly and thought
If the ocean’s filled with stars
I must take the first flight
and collect all of the fish from the sky  

 

from Poetry (September 2017)