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| Photo courtesy Kyle Ellefson |
Introduction by Ted Kooser: When we’re on all fours
in a garden, planting or weeding, we’re as close to our ancient ancestors as
we’re going to get. Here, while he works in the dirt, Richard Levine feels the
sacred looking over his shoulder.
Believe This
All morning, doing the hard, root-wrestling
work of turning a yard from the wild
to a gardener’s will, I heard a bird singing
from a hidden, though not distant, perch;
a song of swift, syncopated syllables sounding
like, Can you believe this, believe this, believe?
Can you believe this, believe this, believe?
And all morning, I did believe. All morning,
between break-even bouts with the unwanted,
I wanted to see that bird, and looked up so
I might later recognize it in a guide, and know
and call its name, but even more, I wanted
to join its church. For all morning, and many
a time in my life, I have wondered who, beyond
this plot I work, has called the order of being,
that givers of food are deemed lesser
than are the receivers. All morning,
muscling my will against that of the wild,
to claim a place in the bounty of earth,
seed, root, sun and rain, I offered my labor
as a kind of grace, and gave thanks even
for the aching in my body, which reached
beyond this work and this gift of struggle.
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Poem copyright © 2010 by Richard Levine, from his most recent book of poetry,
“That Country’s Soul,” Finishing Line Press, 2010, by permission of Richard
Levine and the publisher. Introduction copyright ©2011 by The Poetry
Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet
Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do
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