Epigraphical Berry "learning to give"

Music, Weightlessness, and the Waking Dream « The Great Whatsit.

I Dream My Father on the Shore

What I am learning to give you is my death. ~ Wendell Berry

Outside, beneath the light of late October’s candled sky
the weave of ash and maple burns. We stand silent on the graveled shore.
My father lifts his father’s ashes from its urn, a strangely heavy thing
he seems to say, his arms swaying, then casting out into the long dark
as if to throw a line, while we wait for some sound, a wave,
whatever marks the distance between a father and a son.
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