20 March 2011

Wendell Berry


No, no, there is no going back.
Less and less you are
That possibility you were.
More and more you have become
Those lives and deaths
That have belonged to you.
You have become a sort of grave
Containing much that was
And is no more in time, beloved
Then, now, and always.
And so you have become a sort of tree
Standing over a grave.
Now more than ever you can be
Generous toward each day
That comes, young, to disappear
Forever, and yet remain
Un-aging in the mind.
Every day you have less reason
Not to give yourself away.

--Wendell Berry

Temps: 69/30
Wind gusts of 40+ mph
Garden clean-up and some planting. Had a late corned beef dinner today with parsnips from the garden. Tomorrow we'll try red flannel hash with MacGregor's beets also from the garden!

3 comments:

Judy Whelley said...

Love the Berry poetry Dani, thanks! Parsnips? Do you also like rutabaga? It's a love of mine. Yep, broccoli, garbanzos and rutabaga all make me happy! I'm easily pleased!

Lee Ambrose said...

I love Wendell Berry!

Lee Ambrose said...

What is Red Flannel Hash, Dani? Never heard of it - or know it by some other name perhaps!

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