Wendell Berry Biography

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
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I.

I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
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Geese appear high over us,
pass, and the sky closes. Abandon,
as in love or sleep, holds
them to their way, clear
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The gods are less for their love of praise.
Above and below them all is a spirit that needs nothing
but its own wholeness, its health and ours.
It has made all things by dividing itself.
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In a dream I meet
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is the same
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