The Hidden Singer Poem by Wendell Berry

Wendell Berry

Henry County, Kentucky

The Hidden Singer

Rating: 3.7


The gods are less for their love of praise.
Above and below them all is a spirit that needs nothing
but its own wholeness, its health and ours.
It has made all things by dividing itself.
It will be whole again.
To its joy we come together --
the seer and the seen, the eater and the eaten,
the lover and the loved.
In our joining it knows itself. It is with us then,
not as the gods whose names crest in unearthly fire,
but as a little bird hidden in the leaves
who sings quietly and waits, and sings.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
G Brown 12 October 2020

The linebreaks in this poem are off.

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Mark Chaffin 24 June 2019

I listen for this song every day, and in its recognition there is great joy.

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Mary Huling 06 September 2007

This poem speaks and I hear it!

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Wendell Berry

Henry County, Kentucky
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