they sit together on the porch...

saturday simplicity
notes from maggie's farm

The porch, at Springdale Farm.


They Sit Together on the Porch
BY WENDELL BERRY

They sit together on the porch, the dark
Almost fallen, the house behind them dark.
Their supper done with, they have washed and dried
The dishes–only two plates now, two glasses,
Two knives, two forks, two spoons–small work for two.
She sits with her hands folded in her lap,
At rest. He smokes his pipe. They do not speak,
And when they speak at last it is to say
What each one knows the other knows. They have
One mind between them, now, that finally
For all its knowing will not exactly know
Which one goes first through the dark doorway, bidding
Goodnight, and which sits on a while alone.

From "A Timbered Choir", by Wendell Berry.

2 comments:

  1. I so enjoy Wendell Berry. Beautiful photo too!

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    1. Oh, Stacy, Wendell Berry just speaks to my soul with every word. I'm so glad to hear you like him, too. Thanks so much for stopping by.

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