Benedicto: May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome,
dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.
May your rivers flow without end,
meandering through pastoral valleys tinkling with bells,
past temples and castles and poets’ towers
into a dark primeval forest where tigers belch and monkeys howl,
through miasmal and mysterious swamps and down into a desert of red rock,
blue mesas, domes and pinnacles and grottos of endless stone,
and down again into a deep vast ancient unknown chasm
where bars of sunlight blaze on profiled cliffs,
where deer walk across the white sand beaches,
where storms come and go
as lightning clangs upon the high crags,
where something strange and more beautiful
and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams
waits for you —
beyond that next turning of the canyon walls.
About the poet Edward Abbey
“Benedicto” by Edward Abbey is a poetic blessing for those who seek the wild, the unpredictable, and the profound. Written as a heartfelt invocation, the poem celebrates the beauty, danger, and mystery of the natural world. Abbey extends a wish not for comfort or security, but for crooked trails, endless rivers, vast deserts, and the kind of wilderness that challenges the soul while nourishing it. This is not a typical blessing—it’s a call to adventure, to embrace the crooked and uncertain path that leads to awe and discovery.
“Benedicto”, an excerpt from Earth Apples, captures Edward Abbey’s deep reverence for the untamed landscapes of the American Southwest, especially his beloved red rock canyons of Utah and Arizona. With rich and vivid imagery, Abbey describes a journey that winds through pastoral valleys, ancient forests, and surreal desert landscapes, all leading to a climactic vision of sublime natural beauty.
The poem reads like a mythic map—populated with castles, temples, tigers, and monkeys—yet rooted in the very real geography of the Southwest. His language is both lyrical and raw, oscillating between gentle pastoral sounds (“tinkling with bells”) and fierce natural spectacles (“lightning clangs upon the high crags”). Each line builds toward the final promise: that “something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you.”
This final line captures the essence of Abbey’s worldview. For him, the wild was sacred—a place of discovery, not only of nature, but of self. “Benedicto” is not only a blessing, but a challenge to those who would listen: to leave behind the safety of straight roads and seek the mysterious, spiritual truths that only crooked trails can offer.
Want to explore more of Edward Abbey’s poetry and his deep ties to Arizona’s landscapes?
👉 Click here to visit his poet bio page on AZPoetry.com and discover how Abbey’s voice continues to echo through the canyon walls and red rock trails of the American West.
