If I were teaching this semester, rather than sabbatical-ing, I would probably share this poem in class and fashion a writing assignment inspired from it, using a speech as the form and premise.
From the September 28 edition of The New Yorker:
A Speech to the Garden Club of America
by Wendell Berry
(With thanks to Wes Jackson and in memory of Sir Albert Howard and Stan Rowe.)
Thank you. I’m glad to know we’re friends, of course;
There are so many outcomes that are worse.
But I must add I’m sorry for getting here
By a sustained explosion through the air,
Burning the world in fact to rise much higher
Than we should go. The world may end in fire
As prophesied—our world! We speak of it
As “fuel” while we burn it in our fit
Of temporary progress, digging up
An antique dark-held luster to corrupt
The present light with smokes and smudges, poison
To outlast time and shatter comprehension.
Burning the world to live in it is wrong,
As wrong as to make war to get along
And be at peace, to falsify the land
By sciences of greed, or by demand
For food that’s fast or cheap to falsify
The body’s health and pleasure—don’t ask why.
But why not play it cool? Why not survive
By Nature’s laws that still keep us alive?
Let us enlighten, then, our earthly burdens
By going back to school, this time in gardens
That burn no hotter than the summer day.
By birth and growth, ripeness, death and decay,
By goods that bind us to all living things,
Life of our life, the garden lives and sings.
The Wheel of Life, delight, the fact of wonder,
Contemporary light, work, sweat, and hunger
Bring food to table, food to cellar shelves.
A creature of the surface, like ourselves,
The garden lives by the immortal Wheel
That turns in place, year after year, to heal
It whole. Unlike our economic pyre
That draws from ancient rock a fossil fire,
An anti-life of radiance and fume
That burns as power and remains as doom,
The garden delves no deeper than its roots
And lifts no higher than its leaves and fruits.
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A delightful poem by Mr. Berry. And perhaps his plea to return to the garden is being heard more than he might guess: The latest issue of Harper's Magazine under the monthly Harper's Index feature notes that in just one year, since 2008, the percentage increase of the number of U.S. households planting gardens has gone up by 19 percent. The Index also notes that the percentage of the gardeners who say the recession figured in their planting is 62 percent. So perhaps, even the financial meltdown will some positive effects.
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