Monday, November 27, 2023

Sabbaths 2012 XII (Monday Poem)

 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 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

Monday, October 30, 2023

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

Monday, October 23, 2023

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 



Monday, October 16, 2023

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