by Wendell Berry
Once there was nothing,
not even darkness,
not even silence,
not even nothing.
Think of that.
from This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry
Counterpoint, 2013 Monday, November 27, 2023
Monday, November 20, 2023
Sabbaths 2011 VII (Monday Poem)
by Wendell Berry
Off in the woods in the quiet
morning a redbird is singing
and his song goes out around him
greater than its purpose,
a welcoming room of song
in which the trees stand,
through which the creek flows.
from This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry
Counterpoint, 2013 Monday, November 13, 2023
Sabbaths 2005 XIX (Monday Poem)
by Wendell Berry
Born by our birth
Here on the earth
Our flesh to wear
Our death to bear
from This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry
Counterpoint, 2013 Monday, November 6, 2023
Sabbaths 2005 XVIII (Monday Poem)
by Wendell Berry
A hawk in flight
The clearing sky
A young man's thought
An old man's cry.
from This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems by Wendell Berry
Counterpoint, 2013
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