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I. I Go Among Trees
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all –
--Emily Dickinson (1830-1886), from “Hope Is the Thing With Feathers”
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.
--Wendell Berry (b. 1934), “Sabbath Poems”
(1979, I)
II. Hate Has No World
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
--John Keats (1795-1821), from “Endymion”
Hate has no world.
The people of hate must try
to possess the world of love,
for it is the only world;
it is Heaven and Earth.
But as lonely, eager hate
possesses it, it disappears;
it never did exist,
and hate must seek another
world that love has made.
--Wendell Berry, “Sabbath Poems”
(1993, IV)
III. Whatever Happens
Whatever happens,
those who have learned
to love one another
have made their way
into the lasting world
and will not leave,
whatever happens.
--Wendell Berry, “Sabbath Poems”
(1998, I)
IV. The Courage for Love
[To my granddaughters who visited the Holocaust Museum on
the day of the burial of Yitzhak Rabin]
Now you know the worst
we humans have to know
about ourselves, and I am sorry,
for I know that you will be afraid.
To those of our bodies given
without pity to be burned, I know
there is no answer
but loving one another,
even our enemies, and this is hard.
But remember:
when a man of war becomes a man of peace,
he gives a light, divine
though it is also human.
When a man of peace is killed
by a man of war, he gives a light.
You do not have to walk in darkness.
If you will have the courage for love,
you may walk in light. It will be
the light of those who have suffered
for peace. It will be
your light.
--Wendell Berry, “Sabbath Poems”
(1995, V)
V. The Peace of Wild Things
I am wild, I will sing to the trees,
I will sing to the stars in the sky.
--Sara Teasdale (1884-1933), from “Joy”
I will sing a tune with words of love –
And never stop…
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron
feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
--Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild
Things” (1968)
Credits:
“Sabbath Poems” Copyright © 2013 by Wendell Berry, from
This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems.
Reprinted with permission of Counterpoint Press.
“The Peace of Wild Things” Copyright © 2012 by Wendell
Berry, from New Collected Poems.
Reprinted with permission of Counterpoint Press.
Excerpts by Emily Dickinson, John Keats, and Sara
Teasdale: Public Domain
Libretto compiled by Richard Waters