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"Air and Fire" by Wendell Berry



From my wife and household and fields

that I have so carefully come to in my time

I enter the craziness of travel,

the reckless elements of air and fire.

Having risen up from my native land,

I find myself smiled at by beautiful women,

making me long for a whole life

to devote to each one, making love to her

in some house, in some way of sleeping

and waking I would make only for her.

And all over the country I find myself

falling in love with houses, woods, and farms

that I will never set foot in.

My eyes go wandering through America,

two wayfaring brothers, resting in silence

against the forbidden gates. O what if

an angel came to me, and said,

"Go free of what you have done. Take

what you want." The atoms of blood

and brain and bone strain apart

at the thought. What I am is the way home.

Like rest after a sleepless night,

my old love comes on me in midair.