Daily Poem – Bread

August 16, 2014

for Wendell Berry


Each face in the street is a slice of bread

wandering on



somewhere in the light the true hunger

appears to be passing them by

they clutch


have they forgotten the pale caves

they dreamed of hiding in

their own caves

full of the waiting of their footprints

hung with the hollow marks of their groping

full of their sleep and their hiding


have they forgotten the ragged tunnels

they dreamed of following in out of the light

to hear step after step


the heart of bread

to be sustained by its dark breath

and emerge


to find themselves alone

before a wheat field

raising its radiance to the moon

W. S. Merwin, “Bread” from The Second Four Books of Poems


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