V.
I know for a while again
the health of self-forgetfulness,
looking out at the sky through
a notch in the valley side,
the black woods wintry on
the hills, small clouds at sunset
passing across. And I know
that this is one of those thresholds
between Earth and Heaven,
from which even I may step
forth from my self and be free.
-Wendell Berry, from
Given: Poems, “Sabbaths 2000, V”
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