A Poem For Saturday

Annika_Eva/ Der Liebenden Schlaf

“Marriage” by Wendell Berry:

How hard it is for me, who live
in the excitement of women
and have the desire for them
in my mouth like salt. Yet
you have taken me and quieted me.
You have been such light to me
that other women have been
your shadows. You come near me
with the nearness of sleep.
And yet I am not quiet.
It is to be broken. It is to be
torn open. It is not to be
reached and come to rest in
ever. I turn against you,
I break from you. I turn to you.
We hurt, and are hurt,
and have each other for healing.
It is healing. It is never whole.

(From New Collected Poems © 2012 by Wendell Berry. Reprinted by permission of Counterpoint Press. Find more of Wendell Berry’s work published by Counterpoint here. Image from the series The Sleep of the Beloved by Paul Schneggenburger at the Anzenberger Gallery until March 8.)