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 ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
There are many cumbersome ways to kill a man. You can make him carry a plank of wood to the ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
I don't know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot. It ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Something black somewhere in the vistas of his heart. Tulips from Tates teazed Henry in the mood to be a ...
Flak. An eventful thought came to me, who squirm in my hole. How will the matter end? Who's king these ...
She mentioned 'worthless' & he took it in, degraded Henry, at the ebb of loveâ?" O at the end of ...
Sick at 6 & sick again at 9 was Henry's gloomy Monday morning oh. Still he had to lecture. They ...
Old Pussy-cat if he won't eat, he don't feel good into his tum', old Pussy-cat. He wants to have eaten. ...
Full moon. Our Narragansett gales subside and the land is celebrating men of war more or less, less or more. ...
There sat down, once, a thing on Henry's heart só heavy, if he had a hundred years & more, & ...
I'm scared a lonely. Never see my son, easy be not to see anyone, combers out to sea know they're ...
I. So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are short, Then two long ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
What is he buzzing in my ears? "Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a ...
I am too big. Too big by far. Pity me. My eyes bulge and hurt. They are my one great ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
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