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 ...
You will be walking some night in the comfortable dark of your yard and suddenly a great light will shine ...
The year begins with war. Our bombs fall day and night, Hour after hour, by death Abroad appeasing wrath, Folly, ...
When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear ...
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