<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535793" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poem is important, but<br>not more than the people<br>whose survival it serves,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">one of the necessities, so they may<br>speak what is true, and have<br>the patience for beauty: the weighted</div><div style="margin:10px 0">grainfield, the shady street,<br>the well-laid stone and the changing tree<br>whose branches spread above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For want of songs and stories<br>they have dug away the soil,<br>paved over what is left,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">set up their perfunctory walls<br>in tribute to no god,<br>for the love of no man or woman,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so that the good that was here<br>cannot be called back<br>except by long waiting, by great</div><div style="margin:10px 0">sorrows remembered and to come<br>by invoking the thunderstones<br>of the world, and the vivid air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The poem is important,<br>as the want of it<br>proves. It is the stewardship</div><div style="margin:10px 0">of its own possibility,<br>the past remembering itself<br>in the presence of</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the present, the power learned<br>and handed down to see<br>what is present</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and what is not: the pavement<br>laid down and walked over<br>regardlessly--by exiles, here</div><div style="margin:10px 0">only because they are passing.<br>Oh, remember the oaks that were<br>here, the leaves, purple and brown,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">falling, the nuthatches walking<br>headfirst down the trunks,<br>crying &quot;onc! onc!&quot; in the brightness</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as they are doing now<br>in the cemetery across the street<br>where the past and the dead</div><div style="margin:10px 0">keep each other. To remember,<br>to hear and remember, is to stop<br>and walk on again</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to a livelier, surer measure.<br>It is dangerous<br>to remember the past only</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for its own sake, dangerous<br>to deliver a message<br>you did not get.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wendell+Berry">Wendell Berry</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=535793" data-title="In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams de Wendell Berry" data-description="I. The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves, one of the necessities, so they may speak what is true, and have the patience for beauty: the weighted grainfield, the shady street, the well-laid stone and the ch..."></div> </div> </div>

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