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Poets and Poems: Wendell Berry and “This Day”

By Glynn Young 12 Comments

The idea of “Sabbath” has always meant or implied rest. From its first recording in Genesis 1, through the conflicts described in the Gospels between Jesus and the Pharisees and teachers of law, right down to our more secular notions of “sabbatical, ” rest has always been central in any discussion or understanding of “Sabbath.”

And so it is in Wendell Berry’s This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems, published in 2013 (and often paired with his New Collected Poems published earlier last year). Of course, with Berry, everything is of a piece. As he notes in his introduction, he spends traditional Sabbaths in the old family church, unless the weather is good, or even tolerable. Then he heads for the woods and fields near his home in Kentucky, and discovers the reality of the Sabbath (and perhaps worship) just as much as he does sitting in a pew. Perhaps more.

This is not the first time Berry has published a collection of Sabbath poetry. The heart of the new collection are poems from A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems 1979-1997.

You read a collection like This Day, and you quickly learn how critically important the idea is in the poet’s understanding of nature, the land, God, aging, humanity, industrial civilization, and agriculture. To read Berry’s fiction and essays is to read and gain insights into his poetry, and vice versa. His writing is consistent and whole, reflecting a philosophy and a faith stretching over decades of work.

Many of his Sabbath poems are meditations of what he understands as industrial civilization. As surprising as it might be, just below the surface of these poems lies anger directed at how much of community, nature, and relationships is sacrificed to greed. Sometimes the anger isn’t only below the surface, as in this untitled poem from 2008:

This DayWe forget the land we stand on
and live from. We set ourselves
free in an economy founded
on nothing. On greed verified
by fantasy, on which we entirely
depend. We depend on fire
that consumes the world without
lighting it. To this dark blaze
driving the inert metal
of our most high desire
we offer our land as fuel,
thus offering ourselves at last
to be burned. This is our riddle
to which the answer is a life
that none of us has lived.

What prevents a poem like this from subsiding into political polemic is, I suspect, Berry’s faith, and his understanding of family and community (and it’s difficult if not impossible to separate any of these in his poetry and fiction). His community includes future generations, “the life that none of us has lived, ” for they will bear the consequences of lack of stewardship of what we’ve been given.

Another untitled poem, this one from 2005, shows how quickly a rainy Sunday afternoon can lead to a gentle meditation on aging, family, those who have come before, and how all of it is a kind of representation of heaven.

Some Sunday afternoon, it may be,
you are sitting under your porch roof,
looking down through the trees
to the river, watching the rain. The circles
made by the raindrops’ striking
expand, intersect, dissolve,

and suddenly (for you are getting on
now, and much of your life is memory)
the hands of the dead, who have been here
with you, rest upon you tenderly
as the rain rests shining
upon the leaves. And you think then

(for thought will come) of the strangeness
of the thought of heaven, for now
you have imagined yourself there,
remembering with longing this
happiness, this rain. Sometimes here
we are there, and there is no death.

Don’t miss that parenthetical line in the second stanza, “…for you are getting on/ now, and much of your life is memory…” That line stopped me in the middle of the reading, speaking wisdom, understanding and acceptance of what cannot be changed. And I realized that more than half of my own life is now lived in memory.

I’ve read A Timbered Choir twice straight through, and then gone back and reread marked favorites. So it is with This Day. Berry suggests finding a quiet place in the woods, or at least a quiet room, to read these poems. And he’s right. That’s how they should be read, a kind of Sabbath observance all their own.

As for spending the occasional Sabbath in the woods rather than in a pew, he does provide a rationale that speaks to the hearts of poets: “To be quiet, even wordless, in a good place is a better gift than poetry.”

Poets know what that means.

Related: Robert Frost, Wendell Berry and the Woods.

Image by enki22. Sourced via Flickr. Post by Glynn Young, author of the novels Dancing Priest and A Light Shining, and the recently published Poetry at Work (T. S. Poetry Press).  

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Glynn Young lives in St. Louis where he retired as the team leader for Online Strategy & Communications for a Fortune 500 company. Glynn writes poetry, short stories and fiction, and he loves to bike. He is the author of the Civil War romance Brookhaven, as well as Poetry at Work and the Dancing Priest Series. Find Glynn at Faith, Fiction, Friends.
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Comments

  1. Sandra Heska King says

    July 1, 2014 at 8:34 am

    That line stopped me, too, Glynn. So’d your last line.

    Reply
  2. Megan Willome says

    July 1, 2014 at 9:29 am

    Yes, I agree with Sandy! So good, Glynn! I’m a huge Wendell Berry fan. I love how his fiction and poetry interlap. Like in New Collected Poems, there’s “Burley Coulter’s Song for Kate Helen Branch.” Having read all of his fiction, I can enjoy that poem even more.

    Reply
  3. Martha Orlando says

    July 1, 2014 at 9:30 am

    Yet another poet whom I want to know better . . . Beautiful!

    Reply
  4. Maureen Doallas says

    July 1, 2014 at 10:32 am

    I’m struck especially by “. . . Sometimes here / we are there, and there is no death.” These lines speak to the Paradise to be found on in a moment on God’s earth.

    Lovely post, Glynn.

    Reply
  5. Dea says

    July 1, 2014 at 10:54 am

    These poems sit in such paradox. The first clearly expressing anger (as you noted) and the latter, hope and a better future. I often find myself experiencing such contrary thoughts in my Sabbath practice which usually isn’t in the timber but probably should be.

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  6. SimplyDarlene says

    July 1, 2014 at 11:41 am

    I drag my feet for such a long time before I check out from the library and/or buy a book mentioned here – feeling angst that I might not understand. But alas! sir Glynn, you’ve won me over. Again.

    Thanks. 🙂

    Reply
  7. davis rosback says

    July 1, 2014 at 1:32 pm

    There are many things that we can be angry about. And in turn think that we are right. But, being angry and being right, i find, usually means that i think i am some kind of control in mending the whole broken mess. if only…they “understood.” And we know that none of us ever completely understand. It will be a broken mess, and continue to be. And we can choose to be filled with what we need in Love. It’s hard to see what is happening, and this can bring anger and regret to any soul. It can lead a person to think it is their mission to stop what is happening. But, is this anyone’s true mission? I don’t really know if this is what “Love God and Love others” looks like in the life of Wendell Berry. But, many things in my own life, i know, don’t look like Love at all. And perhaps this is what i could speak to God about when i go to a quiet place. Maybe i can even find a patch of woods to surround me. But, if not, the laundry area in the basement is a fairly suitable substitute.

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  8. Laura Brown says

    July 1, 2014 at 7:43 pm

    I’m forever losing and refinding my copy of “A Timbered Choir.” Reading this post made me want to pick it up and dip in again. It’s not where I thought I left it. Hmm.

    Much of my life is memory too.

    Wait. Found it — for once, shelved with the other Berrys.

    As for the tension of Sunday mornings, I keep returning to the timber of the pews, because it’s the only time of the week the whole body functions as a choir. Maybe it would feel more like the rest part of Sabbath if all we did was sing. With moments of sitting quiet in between.

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