Robert Bly

“All poems are journeys…the best poems take long journeys.”

excerpted from Robert Bly- Selected Poems


Wendell Berry: American novelist, poet, environmental activist, cultural critic, and farmer.

The Peace of Wild Things

by Wendell Berry

 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. This poem is excerpted from “The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry” and is reprinted with permission of the author and Counterpoint Press.

Remember May Sarton?

Browsing through my shelves I came across “Selected Poems of May Sarton”. I can’t remember the last time I read her, but it was probably after the announcement of her death in 1995.  Her work is well worth revisiting. Here’s a short poem describing an ecstatic encounter with a fig:

The Fig

Under the green leaf hangs a little pouch

Shaped like a gourd, purple and leathery.

It fits the palm, it magnetizes touch.

What flesh designed as fruit can this fruit be?

The plump skin gives a little at the seam.

Now bite it deep for better or worse!

Oh multitude of stars, pale green and crimson-

And you have dared to eat a universe!

Next Meeting

We meet again in September, the 16th I believe. Homework: stream or rent the CD of “A Quiet Passion” the bio-pic about Emily Dickinson; be ready to discuss the movie!  I admit to some confusion concerning some events in this movie; maybe Nancy can enlighten us in this conversation.