May 20, 2013

sit stilll

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I Go Among Trees and Sit Still
by 
Wendell Berry

I go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet 
around me like circles on water.
My tasks lie in their places
 where I left them, asleep like cattle.
Then what is afraid of me comes
 and lives a while in my sight.
What it fears in me leaves me,
 and the fear of me leaves it.
It sings, and I hear its song.
Then what I am afraid of comes.
 I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
 and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings, and I hear its song.
After days of labor,
 mute in my consternations,
I hear my song at last,
 and I sing it. As we sing,
the day turns, the trees move.

1 comment:

  1. I LOVE that picture of you two in the tree!

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