Monday, June 1, 2015

I sometimes fear the younger generation
will be deprived
of the pleasures of hoeing; 
there is no knowing
how many souls have been formed by this
simple exercise.

The dry earth like a great scab breaks,
moist-dark loam --
the pea-root's home,
a fertile wound perpetually healing.

How neatly the great weeds go under!
The blade chops the earth new.
Ignorant the wise boy who
has never rendered thus the world

                      -John Updike

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