In a dream I meet
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is the same
for the dead are changeless.
They grow no older.
It is I who have changed,
grown strange to what I was.
Yet I, the changed one,
ask: “How you been?”
He grins and looks at me.
“I been eating peaches
off some mighty fine trees.”
Through the view point of camera...
L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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Wonderful! 🙂
I’m glad you think so.
This is one of those poems I wish I’d written. I’d guess that’s true for most poets who read it.
Wendell Berry has written many poems I wish I had written. It’s such a pleasure to revisit him.
Yeah. His language is spare and exactly right.
I agree.
I love Wendell Berry. I only have to read a few lines and I’m transported to whatever world he has painted.
Yes, he is quite wonderful.
Ya gotta just LOVE Wendell Berry!
Yes, you do.