"They sit together on the porch, the dark
Almost fallen, the house behind them dark,
Their supper done with, they have washed and dried
The dishes--only two plates now, two glasses,
Two knives, two forks, two spoons--small work for two.
She sits with her hands folded in her lap,
At rest. He smokes his pipe. They do not speak.
And when they speak at last it is to say
What each one knows the other knows. They have
One mind between them, now, that finally
For all its knowing will not exactly know
Which one goes first through the dark doorway, bidding
Goodnight, and which sits on a while alone."
Wendell Berry, A Timbered Choir
"Dream ended, I went out, awake
To new snow fallen in the dark
Stainless on road and field, no track
Yet printed on my day of work."
Wendell Berry, A Timbered Choir
"The best reward in going to the woods
Is being lost to other people, and
Lost sometimes to myself."
Wendell Berry, A Timbered Choir
I've been reading Wendell Berry's A Timbered Choir (Sabbath Poems 1979-1997) this week. I plan to share several posts with some quotes from his poems along with my own photos.
The frog with lichened back and golden thigh
Sits still, almost invisible
On leafed and lichened stem,
Invisibility its sign of being at home
There in its given place, and well.
