Arcs Laid On The Air

from 1984, “I”

Over the river in loud flood,
in the wind deep and broad
under the unending sky, pair
by pair, the swallows again,
with tender exactitude,
play out their line
in arcs laid on the air,
as soon as made, not there.

by Wendell Berry, This Day: Collected & New Sabbath Poems

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