Wendell Berry

In a dream I meet my dead friend. He has, I know, gone long and far, and yet he is the same…

Even while I dreamed I prayed that what I saw was only fear and no foretelling, for I saw the last known landscape destroyed for the sake of the objective, the soil bludgeoned, the…

Do not think me gentle because I speak in praise of gentleness, or elegant because I honor the grace…

If you are not to become a monster, you must care what they think. If you care what they think,…

I. The poem is important, but not more than the people…

Like the water of a deep stream, love is always too much. We did not make it.…

And now to the Abyss I pass Of that Unfathomable Grass... 1.…

I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs…

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 i…

Being a Fragment of the Natural History of New Eden, in Homage To Mr. Ed McClanahan, One of the Locals…

When despair grows in me and I wake in 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…

It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go…

Though the air is full of singing my head is loud with the labor of words.…

Once there was a man who filmed his vacation. He went flying down the river in his boat with his video camera to his eye, making a moving picture of the moving river…

ALL that I serve will die, all my delights, the flesh kindled from my flesh, garden and field, the silent lilies standing in the woods, the woods, the hill, the whole earth, all…