1. That is the glimmering vein of our sanity, dividing from us from the start: land under us to steady us when we stood, free men in the great communion of the free. The vision keeps lighting in my mind, a window on the horizon in the dark. 2. To be sane in a mad time is bad for the brain, worse for the heart. The world is a holy vision, had we clarity to see it -- a clarity that men depend on men to make. 3. It is ignorant money I declare myself free from, money fat and dreaming in its sums, driving us into the streets of absence, stranding the pasture trees in the deserted language of banks. 4. And I declare myself free from ignorant love. You easy lovers and forgivers of mankind, stand back! I will love you at a distance, and not because you deserve it. My love must be discriminate or fail to bear its weight.
You can find this poem in The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry.
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I revere, adore, respect, profoundly admire, and offer homage to the venerable Wendell Berry, whose work and life I’ve followed for years.
The great Wendell Berry. Always his name rendered whole.