A Timbered Choir | Fourth Sunday.

Finally will it not be enough,
after much living, after
much love, after much dying
of those you have loved,
to sit on the porch near sundown
with your eyes simply open,
watching the wind shape the clouds
into the shapes of clouds?

Even then you will remember
this history of love, shaped
in the shapes of flesh, everchanging
as the clouds that pass, the blessed
yearning of body for body,
unending light.
You will remember, watching
the clouds, the future of love.
– 1994, II (p. 177)

(This Sunday series is inspired by Wendell Berry’s A Timbered Choir.)

9 Comments

Bonny

November 27, 2016 at 11:35 pm

I have loved all the poems you shared from this book, but I think this one is my favorite. Because of your Sunday posts I had to get The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry, and now I can see that I must get this book also. Thank you!