Sunday, November 27, 2016

A Timbered Choir | Fourth Sunday.

Finally will it not be enough,
after much living, after
much love, after much dying
of those you have loved,
to sit on the porch near sundown
with your eyes simply open,
watching the wind shape the clouds
into the shapes of clouds?

Even then you will remember
this history of love, shaped
in the shapes of flesh, everchanging
as the clouds that pass, the blessed
yearning of body for body,
unending light.
You will remember, watching
the clouds, the future of love.
- 1994, II (p. 177)

(This Sunday series is inspired by Wendell Berry's A Timbered Choir.)

9 comments:

  1. I have loved all the poems you shared from this book, but I think this one is my favorite. Because of your Sunday posts I had to get The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry, and now I can see that I must get this book also. Thank you!

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  2. Beautiful! I have so enjoyed these Sunday posts. This poem is just...it takes my breath away.

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  3. Absolutely beautiful, Mary! I have just loved these Sunday's!

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  4. Beautiful! I've begun reading this book and I find that I have to sit and ponder each poem...they are wonderful!

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  5. So incredibly beautiful and thought provoking. Thank you for introducing me to this insightful poet.

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  6. This one...extra special. Thank-you.

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  7. Another great poem and a perfect photo to accompany it.

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