Sunday, August 1, 2010

a poem

Here's another poem by Wendell Berry. Between reading his poems and being friends with writers, I've decided I should read more poetry.

A STONE JUG

A bulldozer digging in a pond
on my mother's family's land
unearths two stoneware jugs
buried four feet in the ground,
one broken and one intact.
Who put them there? When? Why?
We suppose, but can't explain.
Those who have come and gone
are gone. How lost to us
they are whose lives passed here
in the sun's beauty and sorrow!
And who in a hundred years
will know us as we are
in our present living and dying
here under the very sun, lost
to the future as to the past?

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