PoemOur hair turns white with our ripening as though to fly away in some coming wind, bearing the seed of what we know.Wendell Berry1980★ 3.5
PoemI come into the peace of wild things Who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light.Wendell Berry1968★ 3.5
PoemDenounce the government and embrace the flag. Hope to live in that free republic for which it stands.Wendell Berry1973★ 1.9
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