Another day Sabbath poems 2013-2023

Wendell Berry, 1934-

Book - 2024

"A companion to his beloved volume This Day and Wendell Berry's first new poetry collection since 2016, this new selection of Sabbath Poems are filled with spiritual longing and political extremity, memorials and celebrations, elegies and lyrics, alongside the occasional rants of the Mad Farmer, pushed to the edge yet again by his compatriots and elected officials"--

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Subjects
Genres
poetry
Poetry
Published
California : Counterpoint 2024.
Language
English
Main Author
Wendell Berry, 1934- (author)
Edition
First Counterpoint edition
Item Description
Includes index.
Physical Description
xv, 202 pages ; 25 cm
ISBN
9781640096394
  • 2013
  • I. This is a poet of the river lands
  • II. Times will come as they must
  • III. In a country yon know by heart
  • IV. The years have not brought him
  • V. On the morning of the first day
  • VI. Here is the first fact
  • VII. This is the daily gift
  • VIII. I think of us all at work
  • IX. I came upon Mr. Hardin
  • X. Greatly troubled in his mind
  • XI. Admit us at last to Thy silence
  • XII. Waked up by thunder in the west
  • XIII. Let us say there is no life after death
  • XIV. The old dog with her gray muzzle
  • V. To steady us in space
  • XVI. I wake in the dark
  • XVII. Looking at screens
  • XVIII. Young love grows older
  • XIX. The poet's question confronts
  • XX. The lowlife poet moreover
  • 2014
  • I. The long cold drives life inward
  • II. I am away in a quiet valley
  • III. You don't know the day until
  • IV. Having carried them within her
  • V. The silence of the barn at evening
  • VI. The mockingbird sings
  • VII. The old man from up the creek
  • VIII. A Small Porch in the Woods
  • IX. The expert on resistance to torture
  • 2015
  • I. In the stiffened air the country hardens
  • II. You can divide a bird from its life
  • III. Nightmares of the age invade
  • IV. We sleep and wake, wake
  • V. They believe they've understood
  • VI. Now comes the overflow
  • VII. What a wonder I was
  • VIII. Love is a universe beyond
  • IX. And now this holding
  • X. "Patriotism" blasts and crackles
  • XI. He sees by the light of the sun
  • XII. The old man is in the last days
  • XIII. The best of human work defers
  • XIV. The creek in flood at night
  • V. Again the air is full
  • XVI. The year falls also from
  • 2016
  • I. One white anemone
  • II. Across the distance he saw
  • III. How I wish I could have been
  • IV. When I speak to you of love
  • V. For his while remaining, he
  • VI. The watcher has come, as quiet
  • VII. What might not a poet write
  • VIII. Here the mingling of the waters
  • IX. The old man in his latter days
  • X. If not for mortality and its troubles
  • XI. The Sabbath of the standing woods
  • XII. Sleep undefended in the dark
  • XIII. The hidden bird is singing
  • 2017
  • I. Now I remember the times you have drawn me forth
  • II. The lamb, newborn, has come
  • III. The animate lily
  • IV. God's Truth as God knows it
  • V. Slow, here by the river
  • VI. As the flock enters the fold
  • VII. How could we have known?
  • VIII. You have seen many birds
  • IX. There was a time when people
  • X. The world thrives as God's gift
  • XI. After many meetings, much talk
  • XII. All around, the tall trees
  • XIII. If you put your mind to it
  • XIV. The long night comes and Christ is slain
  • I. The phoebes dance
  • II. That you were born in April
  • III. My reputation for deploring harm
  • IV. Long memory dares me on this day
  • V. My fathers commended to me
  • VI. Something better, something better!
  • VII. Late August, and the leaves
  • VIII. May be the soul hereafter suffers
  • IX. "Well, it's a fascinating world"
  • 2019
  • I. An act of kindness is not
  • II. Our old Maggie too
  • III. In the dark of night, the whole dark
  • IV. O Muse, I have not heretofore
  • V. Steadily and quietly the stormcloud
  • VI. O Lord, preserve me unconsumed
  • VII. Things left behind should be
  • VIII. And now the summer birds soon will be leaving.
  • IX. This is my method
  • X. I don't know why the Lord
  • XI. I put out seed for the birds.
  • XII. There came a day when, still wearing
  • XIII. The paths went down from the road
  • XIV. My country, of thee I sing.
  • V. Which is the strongest part
  • XVI. Thy narrow gate is a wide width
  • XVII. The small birds come near
  • 2020
  • I. Here we are still on the frail
  • II. From the seed in the beginning the tree
  • III. The complete breeze touches every leaf
  • IV. Old, learnéd in human failure
  • V. The visible bird, hidden
  • VI. It is October, and the air cools.
  • VII. A kingfisher
  • VIII. A brushstroke
  • IX. In the old days there were flocks
  • X. After his years at the work
  • 2021
  • I. The old project hardly had re-begun
  • II. We had the two best seats
  • III. It puzzled me once
  • IV. I lived longer of course
  • V. She disappeared among the leaves
  • VI. Again I have been reading
  • VII. Coming here, he entered
  • VIII. Propelled along the creek road
  • 2022
  • I. Dark and cold prevail in the wintertime
  • II. By love was this world made
  • III. Here is the landmark that is hard
  • IV. Dear Ed
  • V. At a hard task that was mine
  • 2023
  • I. Your old men shall dream dreams
  • II. I put myself in mind
  • Acknowledgments
  • Index of First Lines
Review by Publisher's Weekly Review

Berry's Sunday morning walks are the inspiration for these "Sabbath poems," which he has been writing since 1979. Existing in a space of reverence and reflection, they are full of powerful turns of phrase that feel like incantations: "a world of words could not/ describe this wordless world"; "the river is a place passing through a passing place." In this companion volume to 2014's This Day, Berry continues exploring the themes that have been the foundation of his life's work: the natural world, deep respect and awe for sustainable agricultural practices, and an ongoing lament of the damage humans have caused to both. His famous rejection of modern technology--Berry does not use a computer--and sharp criticism of contemporary society has earned him beloved fans, though some poems can feel as though they are reprimanding the reader: "If not for mortality and its troubles/ all humans would be idiots or/ monsters, for they would see no limits/ to their selves and their hungers." Elsewhere, Berry vibrantly renders redemptive moments spent in nature. Readers will find solace in these contemplative and captivating pages. (Aug.)

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