Poems by Wendell Berry
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Ripening
... Having come the bitter way to better prayer, we have ...
Testament
... When the dead may dance to the fiddleHereafter, for all anybody knows ...
The Country Of Marriage
... He can only accept it, as a plant accepts from all the bounty of the light ...
The Lilies
... and left their kind no less symmetrical and fair ...
The Silence
... mute, but must say"It is golden," while the leaves ...
The Wish to be Generous
... the sleep of darkness without stars, so I may know ...
Water
... That summer my mother waited in the house, enclosed ...
Woods
... the blessed and the blessing trees ...
The Vacation
... He showed his vacation to his camera, which pictured it, ...
How To Be a Poet
... Of the little words that come ...
They Sit Together on the Porch
... Which one goes first through the dark doorway, bidding ...
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