Wednesday, February 15, 2012

sowing





In the stilled place that once was a road going down
from the town to the river, and where the lives of marriages grew
a house, cistern and barn, flowers, the tilted stone of borders,
and the deeds of their lives ran to neglect, and honeysuckle
and then the fire overgrew it all, I walk heavy
with seed, spreading on the cleared hill the beginnings
of green, clover and grass to be pasture,  Between
history's death upon the place and the trees that would have come
I claim, and act, and am mingled in the fate of the world.




~ Wendell Berry
from Farming Poems
woodcut by Harlan Hubbard




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