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Wendell Berry
Wendell Berry
Poet, essayist, farmer, and novelist Wendell Berry was born on August 5,...
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Atavism
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Belong To
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Butterfly Catcher
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Crossings
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Elders
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God's World
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In a Blue Wood
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The Darkling Thrush
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The Gladness of Nature
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The Leaves
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The Noble Nature
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The River-Merchant's Wife: A Letter
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The Wind and the Moon
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Two Butterflies went out at Noon— (533)
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What's the railroad to me?
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Winter Morning
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Work Without Hope
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Kentucky River Junction

 
by Wendell Berry

to Ken Kesey & Ken Babbs

Clumsy at first, fitting together
the years we have been apart,
and the ways.

But as the night
passed and the day came, the first
fine morning of April,

it came clear:
the world that has tried us
and showed us its joy

was our bond
when we said nothing.
And we allowed it to be

with us, the new green
shining.

          *

Our lives, half gone,
stay full of laughter.

Free-hearted men
have the world for words.

Though we have been
apart, we have been together.

          *

Trying to sleep, I cannot
take my mind away.
The bright day

shines in my head
like a coin
on the bed of a stream.

          *

You left
your welcome.






From Collected Poems: 1957-1982 by Wendell Berry. Copyright © 1985 by Wendell Berry. Used by permission of Counterpoint Press. All rights reserved.
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