Woods

Woods
by Wendell Berry

I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.


From Collected Poems, 1957-1982. North Point Press, New York (1985). This poem first appeared in A Part (1980)

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