Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Poetry Wednesday, Vol. 11

The Blue Robe

by Wendell Berry

How joyful to be together, alone
as when we first were joined
in our little house by the river
long ago, except that now we know

each other, as we did not then;
and now instead of two stories fumbling
to meet, we belong to one story
that the two, joining, made. And now

we touch each other with the tenderness
of mortals, who know themselves:
how joyful to feel the heart quake

at the sight of a grandmother,
old friend in the morning light,
beautiful in her blue robe!

Thanks Catherine, for hosting.


Catherine said...

How beautiful, Kris. Thank you.

Angela said...

Yours is one of my most favorite blogs to check. I have been feeling small too as of late, yet find it to be stragely relieving to know I don't have to be big. Wish we could hang out--there is much I'd like to learn from you.