Poem by Wendell Berry

What better use for this blog than to bring to good poetry to people?

The Wild Geese
By Wendell Berry

Horseback on Sunday morning,
harvest over, we taste persimmon
and wild grape, sharp sweet
of summer’s end. In time’s maze,
over the fall fields, we name names
that went west from here, names
that rest on graves. We open
a persimmon seed to find the tree
that stands in promise,
pale, in the seed’s marrow.
Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear,
in the ancient faith: what we need
is here. And we pray, not
for new earth or heaven, but to be
quiet in heart, and in eye,
clear. What we need is here.

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~ by realsupergirl on January 2, 2004.

3 Responses to “Poem by Wendell Berry”

  1. I’m not sure I get this blogging thing, but it appeals to me.

    That’s all I’m saying. For now.

    from Sarah, by the way.

  2. You’re too modest, as usual. You get it just fine. xoxo…

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