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 ...
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
ALL that I serve will die, all my delights, the flesh kindled from my flesh, garden and field, the silent ...
Love the quick profit, the annual raise, vacation with pay. Want more of everything ready-made. Be afraid to know your ...
I. The poem is important, but not more than the people whose survival it serves, one of the necessities, so ...
The hill pasture, an open place among the trees, tilts into the valley. The clovers and tall grasses are in ...
Do not think me gentle because I speak in praise of gentleness, or elegant because I honor the grace that ...
The Grower of Trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout to ...
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