Tied to Words

I am tied to words. I am tied to poetry. I am tied to words woven together in a way that speaks to my heart. This was a good find the day after Valentine's Day.


 The Blue Robe

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! 
-by Wendell Berry 

1 comment:

  1. getting there.
    faster than I thought.


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