Stuff like this makes me want to write and to abandon it all together. This was today’s poem from Writer’s Almanac. I was going to quote it but I kept choosing two lines. No – these two lines. No this bit. No that bit. No that’s just not enough. I want to be able to remember the whole thing. I think I’ll try to learn this one by heart. Each line is a gem.
Goods
It’s the immemorial feelings
I like the best: hunger, thirst,
their satisfaction; work-weariness,
earned rest; the falling again
from loneliness to love;
the green growth the mind takes
from the pastures in March;
the gayety in the stride
of a good team of Belgian mares
that seems to shudder from me
through all my ancestry.
— Wendell Berry
