Monday, December 03, 2007



Wendell Berry, Woods:
I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.
Wendell Berry, A Native Hill:
And so I go to the woods. As I go in under the trees, dependably, almost at once, and by nothing I do, things fall into place. I enter an order that does not exist outside, in the human spaces. I feel my life take its place among the lives — the trees, the annual plants, the animals and the birds, the living of all these and the dead — that go and have gone to make the life of the earth. I am less important than I thought. I rejoice in that. My mind loses its urgings, senses its nature, and is free.
Asher Brown Durand, In the Woods

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