Saturday, February 4, 2012

earth and fire






In this woman the earth speaks
Her words open in me, cells of light
flashing in my body, and make a song
that I follow toward her out of my need.
The pain I have given her I wear
like another skin, tender, the air
around me flashing with thorns.
And yet such joy as I have given her
sings in me and is part of her song.
The winds of her knees shake me
like a flame.  I have risen up from her,
time and again, a new man.





~ Wendell Berry
from Farming




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