Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Planting Trees

As I age
in the world it will rise and spread,
and be for this place horizon
and orison, the voice of its winds.
I have made myself a dream to dream
of its rising, that has gentled my nights.
Let me desire and wish well the life
these trees may live when I
no longer rise in the mornings
to be pleased with the green of them
shining, and their shadows on the ground,
and the sound of the wind in them.

-   Wendell Berry, Planting Trees


  1. I really enjoy Berry's fiction. I have heard good things about his poetry and hope to get one of his poetry books soon. Thanks for a taste.

  2. You're welcome, and thank you for the nice comment, Eutychus.