I don't have much to add to this one, other than:
1. It's Wendell Berry. Win/win.
2. It's lovely imagery.
3. It's Wendell Berry.
Before Dark
by Wendell Berry
From the porch at dusk I watched
a kingfisher wild in flight
he could only have made for joy.
He came down the river, splashing
against the water’s dimming face
like a skipped rock, passing
on down out of sight. And still
by Wendell Berry
From the porch at dusk I watched
a kingfisher wild in flight
he could only have made for joy.
He came down the river, splashing
against the water’s dimming face
like a skipped rock, passing
on down out of sight. And still
....
(Read the rest here.)
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Apparently, I often think of Wendell Berry in September, and Heidi often hosts in September, because three years ago, I shared another Berry poem on the day she hosted. Berry-endipity.
17 comments:
Berryendipitous indeed! This Wendell-wonder is new to me and I thank you for sending it down the river to me,
"splashing
against the water’s dimming face
like a skipped rock".
Made for joy!
I can only echo Heidi, the passage I chose, too. I've seen them & "like a skipped rock" is in my mind's eye, too. Thanks for sharing another beautiful scene from Wendell Berry, Karen!
SO lovely! Thanks for sharing this one (new to me). Needed this moment of calm and beauty.
Love Wendell Berry. Love love. I've got one of his Sabbath collections in my current Morning Prayer bookstack. Am eagerly awaiting his newest! And, love kingfishers too. I've got a lovely art sketch of one hanging in my Chapel 🥰
I have to believe that animals know the feeling of true joy - to watch them soar and swim and play, they must!
Karen, you ended the poem as a dangling cliff hanger. Great move!
Heidi, made for joy indeed!!
Linda, entirely my pleasure!
I needed it too, Jama, so I'm happy to spread the calm and the beauty.
elli, how lovely! Kingfishers are beautiful.
Jane, I agree completely. One need only observe them to see and feel that they do!
Carol, ha! It's Wendell Berry clickbait. :D
Thank for, Karen! What beautiful images Berry paints with words.
I love "Somewhere/the night had accommodated him" -- beauty in mystery.
You pick the best poems. Happy sigh.
On hard days, it is nice to focus on a small moment such as this.
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