Wendell Berry is my favorite poet. I love that he is a farmer/poet, like I am a homemaker/poet. It gives me hope that I too may one day be able to put together a collection. His lens on the world is unique and beautiful. His poems entwine generations of humanity with nature and both of these with God. After sitting and reading from his works, I feel refreshed and renewed and re-purposed.
Here are some quotes:
“We clasp the hands of those that go before us, And the hands of those who come after us. We enter the little circle of each other's arms And the larger circle of lovers, Whose hands are joined in a dance, And the larger circle of all creatures, Passing in and out of life, Who move also in a dance, To a music so subtle and vast that no ear hears it Except in fragments”
"It is not from ourselves that we learn to be better than we are.”
How To Be a Poet by Wendell Berry
(to remind myself)
Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each than you have—inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your work,doubt their judgment.
Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.
Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.
To The Holy Spirit
O Thou, Far off and here, whole and broken,
Who in necessity and in bounty wait,
Whose truth is light and dark, mute though spoken,
By Thy wide grace show me Thy narrow gate.