Saturday, July 7, 2012

Poem for J

What she made in her body is broken.
Now she has begun to bear it again.
In the house of her son’s death
his life is shining in the windows,
for she has elected to bear him again.
She did not bear him for death,
and she does not.  She has taken back
into her body the seed, bitter
and joyous, of the life of a man.

In the house of the dead the windows shine
with life.  She mourns, for his life was good.
She is not afraid.  She is like a field
where the corn is planted, and like the rain
that waters the field, and like the young corn.
In her sorrow she renews life, in her grief
she prepares the return of joy.

She did not bear him for death, and she does not.
There was a life that went out of her to live
on its own, divided, and now she has taken it back.
She is alight with the sudden new life of death.
Perhaps it is the brightness of the dead one
being born again.  Perhaps she is planting him,
like corn, in the living and in the earth.
She has taken back into her flesh,
and made light, the dark seed of her pain. 

Wendell Berry, A Country of Marriage

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful! Yesterday at church we heard some lines from Wendell Berry and now your lines from him. I MUST get a book of his poetry!

    Thank you.

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