Requiem for a Mad Farmer

RIP Wendell Berry.

A select writer with his own tag on this blog, he was a rare triple threat in fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. I love his novels Hannah Coulter and Jayber Crow as much as Life is a Miracle: An Essay Against Modern Superstition, his advocacy for the preservation of tangibility, his documentary, and his many poems—like “Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front” and “A Homecoming”, which we had read during our wedding ceremony:

One faith is bondage. Two are free.
In the trust of old love,
cultivation shows a dark
graceful wilderness at its heart.
Wild in that wilderness, we roam
the distances of our faith,
safe beyond the bounds of what we know.
O love, open.
Show me my country.
Take me home.

Do yourself a favor and dive into any of it.


Comment

Your post must include a link to this post.

How does this work?
Write a response on your own website and include a link to this post. Then submit your response’s URL here. Your response may appear here after moderation. To update or remove it, edit or delete your original post and submit the same URL again. Learn more about Webmentions.