The Lilies (Wendell Berry Poem)
Amid the gray trunks of ancient trees we found the gay woodland lilies nodding on their stems, frail and fair, ...
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 ...
Planting trees early in spring, we make a place for birds to sing in time to come. How do we ...
I He wakes in darkness. All around are sounds of stones shifting, locks unlocking. As if some one had lifted ...
When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear ...
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