I part the out thrusting branches
and come in beneath
the blessed and the blessing trees.
Though I am silent
there is singing around me.
Though I am dark
there is vision around me.
Though I am heavy
there is flight around me.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Wendell Berry's poem Woods

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  1. sid says:

    This is beautiful poem! I want to share it with the immediate family of my cousin. He found some similarities in the plight of the American Chestnut and related it to his medical condition. SPD

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