Sitting among the bluebells
in my sorrow, for lost time
and the never forgotten dead,
I saw a hummingbird stand
in air to drink from flowers.
It was a kiss he took and gave.
At his lightness and the ardor
of his throat, the song I live by
stirred my mind. I said:
‘By sweetness alone it survives.’
—Wendell Berry, section 4 of “The Strait,” from New Collected Poems (Counterpoint 2012)