The Man Born To Farming - Wendell Berry
Larry Robinson
Lrobpoet at sonic.net
Fri May 16 05:44:07 PDT 2025
The Man Born To Farming
The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to
farming,
whose hands reach into the ground and sprout
to him the soil is a divine drug. He enters into death
yearly, and comes back rejoicing. He has seen the
light lie down
in the dung heap, and rise again in the corn.
His thought passes along the row ends like a mole.
What miraculous seed has he swallowed
That the unending sentence of his love flows out of
his mouth
Like a vine clinging in the sunlight, and like water
Descending in the dark?
- Wendell Berry
"Be joyful though you have considered all the facts."
- Wendell Berry
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