Always in the distance

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Always in the distance

the sound of cars is passing

on the road, that simplest form

going only two ways,

both ways away.  And I 

have been there in that going.

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But now I rest and am 

apart, a part of the form

of the woods always arriving

from all directions home,

this cell of wild sound,

the hush of the trees, singers

hidden among the leaves -

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a form whose history is old,

needful, unknown, and bright

as the history of the stars

that tremble in the sky at night

like leaves of a great tree.

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~ Wendell Berry

(A Timbered Choir)

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