Wendell Berry: Poem and Philosophy

Autumnal Thoughts

As Sarah Bartlett has posted an Essay by Wendell Berry that everyone should read,
I thought to un-pocket a poem of his I found lying about, saying the same thing more economically and no less urgently.

Could any world be more beautiful than the one bequeathed?
Could any world be more beautiful than the one bequeathed?

In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams

I.

The poem is important, but
not more than the people
whose survival it serves,

one of the necessities, so they may
speak what is true, and have
the patience for beauty: the weighted

grainfield, the shady street,
the well-laid stone and the changing tree
whose branches spread above.

For want of songs and stories
they have dug away the soil,
paved over what is left,

set up their perfunctory walls
in tribute to no god,
for the love of no man or woman,

so that the good that was here
cannot be called back
except by long waiting, by great

sorrows remembered and to come
by invoking the thunderstones
of the world, and the vivid air.

II.

The poem is important,
as the want of it
proves. It is the stewardship

of its own possibility,
the past remembering itself
in the presence of

the present, the power learned
and handed down to see
what is present

and what is not: the pavement
laid down and walked over
regardlessly–by exiles, here

only because they are passing.
Oh, remember the oaks that were
here, the leaves, purple and brown,

falling, the nuthatches walking
headfirst down the trunks,
crying “onc! onc!” in the brightness

as they are doing now
in the cemetery across the street
where the past and the dead

keep each other. To remember,
to hear and remember, is to stop
and walk on again

to a livelier, surer measure.
It is dangerous
to remember the past only

for its own sake, dangerous
to deliver a message
you did not get.

Wendell Berry :

Author: philipparees

A writer ( mostly narrative poetry) of fiction and non-fiction. Self publisher of fiction and Involution-An Odyssey Reconciling Science to God (Runner-up Book of the Year (2013), One time builder ( Arts centre) Mother of four daughters: Companion of old man and old dog: One time gardener, lecturer, wannabe cellist, mostly enquirer of 'what's it all about', blogger and things as yet undiscovered.

1 thought on “Wendell Berry: Poem and Philosophy”

  1. A friend was recently telling me that Mr Berry believed his writing to misunderstood for so long and I really identified with that statement. I went on to read his poetry and today I sit and read this one. Thank-you for such a beautiful share of poetry.

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