Tuesday, October 29, 2013

what more did i think i wanted?

Sabbaths 1999, VII

by Wendell Berry

Again I resume the long
lesson: how small a thing
can be pleasing, how little
in this hard world it takes
to satisfy the mind
and bring it to its rest.

With the ongoing havoc
the woods this morning is
almost unnaturally still.
Through stalled air, unshadowed
light, a few leaves fall
of their own weight.

The sky
is gray. It begins in mist
almost at the ground
and rises forever. The trees
rise in silence almost
natural, but not quite,
almost eternal, but
not quite.

What more did I
think I wanted? Here is
what has always been.
Here is what will always
be. Even in me,
the Maker of all this
returns in rest, even
to the slightest of His works,
a yellow leaf slowly
falling, and is pleased.

And another lesson - the power a poem has to quiet the mind, bring a mind to rest....

How small a thing can be pleasing. Which is what I'm going to carry through this day.


  1. beautiful poem, I've just sat quietly and spoke it out loud to myself. and your photographs are poetry in themselves.. helping to bring a mind to rest. thank you.

  2. beautiful words.amazing photos!


  3. "What more did I think I wanted?" So charged, and so calming a question. "Given," half full of Sabbath poems, is one of my favourite books. Thank you, as always, for light though leaves, and lightness.


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