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The Selected Poems Of Wendell Berry

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"I am an amateur poet, working for the love of the work and to my own satisfaction--which are two of the conditions of 'self-employment,' as I understand it" (p. xvii-xviii), Wendell Berry writes in the Preface to his "Sabbath Poems," A TIMBERED CHOIR. "I belong to no school of poetry, but rather to my love of poems by other poets" (p. xviii). Berry is a Kentucky farmer, a poet, a novelist, and one of my favorite writers. By way of preface to this collection, he writes, "In a time that breaks/ in cutting pieces all around,/ when men, voiceless/ against thing-ridden men,/ set themselves on fire, it seems/ too difficult and rare/ to think of the life of a man/ grown whole in the world,/ as peace and in place./ But having thought of it/ I am beyond the time/ I might have sold my hands/ or sold my voice and mind/ to the arguments of power/ that go blind against/ what they would destroy."

Themes of earth, marriage, family, work and death weave the 100 poems of this worthwhile collection together. "Put your hands/ into the earth," Berry writes in "Song in a Year of Catastrophe." "Live close/ to the ground. Learn the darkness./ Gather round you all/ the things that you love, name/ their names, prepare/ to lose them. It will be/ as if all you know were turned/ around within your body" (p. 74). In "Marriage," Berry writes to his wife, Tanya: "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 a light to me/ that other women have been/ your shadows" (p. 31). "And we pray, not/ for a new earth or heaven," he writes in "The Wild Geese," but to be/ quiet in heart, and in eye/ clear. What we need is here" (p. 90). Enough said.

G. Merritt