The Country Of Marriage (Wendell Berry Poem)
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
Amid the gray trunks of ancient trees we found the gay woodland lilies nodding on their stems, frail and fair, ...
The ewes crowd to the mangers; Their bellies widen, sag; Their udders tighten. Soon The little voices cry In morning ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout to ...
When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear ...
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