1
I made an opening
to reach through blind
into time, through
sleep and silence, to new
heat, a new rising,
a yellow flower opening
in the sound of bees.

2
Deathly was the giving
of that possibility
to a motion of the world
that would bring it
out, bright, in time.

3
My mind pressing in
through the earth’s
dark motion toward
bloom, I thought of you,
glad there is no escape.
It is this we will be
turning and re-
turning to.

Wendell Berry, ‘Planting Crocuses,’ in The Country of Marriage (1971)

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