“Now, surely, I am getting old,
for my memory of myself
as a young man seems now
to be complete, as a story told.
The young man leaps, and lands
on an old man’s legs.”
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“I would not have been a poet
except that I have been in love
alive in this mortal world . . .”
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-Wendell Berry, Sabbath Poems.
Wendell Berry died on August 31, 2026; he was 92.
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Wendell Berry’s writing, whether novels, short stories, poetry, essays, often, for me, has a depth born of observation, reflection, and connection arising from his communitarian ethic. It often leaves me with a deeper sense of myself. Honest reflection, as you share with us, Jon, will do that.