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Thursday, April 12, 2007

Thursday Poem - The Real Work


It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

Wendell Berry, The Real Work
(from Collected Peoms)

3 comments:

  1. Maya's GrannyApril 12, 2007 7:41 pm

    Such a lovely picture, such a thought provoking poem. Such a wonderful match.

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  2. AnonymousApril 13, 2007 1:45 pm

    Wow, that pretty much says it all and makes me realize I have such a long way to go.

    Tabor

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  3. Hopscotch WillieApril 18, 2007 7:59 pm

    I'm baffled and unemployed.

    Damn it.

    William

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