Poems by Wendell Berry
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The peace of wild things
... rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds ...
A Meeting
... grown strange to what I was ...
Sabbaths 2001
... not the silence of machines when they are still, ...
The Man Born to Farming
... That the unending sentence of his love flows out of his mouth ...
The Real Work
... we have come our real work,and that when we no longer know which way to go ...
What We Need Is Here
... Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds ...
1991-i
... Our bombs fall day and night, ...
1991-ii
... Soon now The garden must be worked, ...
A Warning To My Readers
... That I may have spoken well ...
Do not be ashamed
... Be ready. When their light has picked you out ...
For The Future
... we make a place for birds to sing ...
In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams
... here, the leaves, purple and brown,falling, the nuthatches walking ...
In this World
... Below me cattle graze out across the wide fields of the bottomlands, ...
Like The Water
... except we keep returning to its rich waters ...
Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front
... Be joyful though you have considered all the facts ...
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