Water (Wendell Berry Poem)
I was born in a drouth year. That summer my mother waited in the house, enclosed in the sun and ...
I was born in a drouth year. That summer my mother waited in the house, enclosed in the sun and ...
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear ...
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