The peace of wild things (Wendell Berry Poem)
When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear ...
When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear ...
Nothing was remembered, nothing forgotten. When we awoke, wagons were passing on the warm summer pavements, The window-sills were wet ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
And where, friend Quo, lay you hiding across malignant half my years or so? One evil faery it was workt ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
ALTHO' my bed were in yon muir, Amang the heather, in my plaidie; Yet happy, happy would I be, Had ...
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting ...
either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when i was a young man I felt these things were dumb,unsophisticated. ...
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
In Worcester, Massachusetts, I went with Aunt Consuelo to keep her dentist's appointment and sat and waited for her in ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
One, from his high bright window in a tower, Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Rain drenches the patio stones. All night was spent waiting for an earthquake, and instead water stains sand with its ...
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