09/01/2026
We lost one of the great advocates for farming, for conservation, for being American. Today we are fewer. RIP Wendell Berry.
"The Silence"
Though the air is full of singing
my head is loud
with the labor of words.
Though the season is rich
with fruit, my tongue
hungers for the sweet of speech.
Though the beech is golden
I cannot stand beside it
mute, but must say
'It is golden,' while the leaves
stir and fall with a sound
that is not a name.
It is in the silence
that my hope is, and my aim.
A song whose lines
I cannot make or sing
sounds men's silence
like a root. Let me say
and not mourn: the world
lives in the death of speech
and sings there.
- Wendell Berry (8/5/1934 - 8/31/2026)
