Inspirations 2.6.17

Cold, Wendell Berry

How exactly good it is
to know myself
in the solitude of winter,

my body containing its own
warmth, divided from all
by the cold; and to go

separate and sure
among the trees cleanly
divided, thinking of you

perfect too in your solitude,
your life withdrawn into
your own keeping

–to be clear, poised
in perfect self-suspension
toward you, as though frozen.

And having known fully the
goodness of that, it will be
good also to melt.


“have I told you how I like to see a man submit to ecstasy with all his inhibitions free and moaning like his mother close his eyes and float from me ecstatic in his buoyancy cut loose and warm as he can be adrift in beatless wonder…”