Wendell Berry's newest book, Leavings: Poems [811.6 BER] is the poetical musings of a septuagenarian. In reading the book I was left with impression that overall, Berry is sad that the world is slowly but surely being destroyed--by us. There is deep regret, both for his role in humanity's selfishness, and for future generations' missing-out on the beauty of the Earth. It is not all gloom and doom, though. Here's a sample of the way Berry writes with a sense of wonder about the natural world:
from Sabbaths: 2005, XVI
Think of it! To fly
by mere gift, without the clamor
and stain of our inert metal,
in perfect trust.
It is the Sabbath of the birds
that so move me. They belong
in their ever-returning song, in their flight,
in their faith in the upholding air,
to the Original World. They are above us
and yet of us, for those who fly
fall, like those who walk.
If you visit Berry's website, you'll be treated to a podcast of him reading six of his poems! If you like listening, you can find a whole lot more by doing a simple Google search on "audio:Wendell Berry."
Marjorie at Paper Tigers is hosting this week's Poetry Friday Round-Up--head on over!