The Silence (Wendell Berry Poem)
Though the air is full of singing my head is loud with the labor of words. Though the season is ...
Though the air is full of singing my head is loud with the labor of words. Though the season is ...
ALL that I serve will die, all my delights, the flesh kindled from my flesh, garden and field, the silent ...
I. The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves, one of the necessities, so ...
Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your ...
The longer we are together the larger death grows around us. How many we know by now who are dead! ...
The year begins with war. Our bombs fall day and night, Hour after hour, by death Abroad appeasing wrath, Folly, ...
Do not think me gentle because I speak in praise of gentleness, or elegant because I honor the grace that ...
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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