8/28/2020 0 Comments Wendell Barry : I Go Among TreesI go among trees and sit still.
All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie in their places where I left them, asleep like cattle. Then what is afraid of me comes and lives a while in my sight. What it fears in me leaves me, and the fear of me leaves it. It sings, and I hear its song. Then what I am afraid of comes. I live for a while in its sight. What I fear in it leaves it, and the fear of it leaves me. It sings, and I hear its song. After days of labor, mute in my consternation, I hear my song at last, and I sing it. As we sing the day turns, the trees move. From Sabbaths By Wendell Barry, 1979
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