Wendell Berry published a new collection of poetry, Leavings, on November 1st. We've nearly sold out! Why? Because it is so, so, so, so good.
Here's a quick preview.
LIKE SNOW
Suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly,
leaving nothing out.
SABBATH XI.
My young grandson rides with me
as I mow the day's first swath
of the hillside pasture,
and then he rambles the woods beyond
the field's edge, emerging
from the trees to wave, and I wave back,
remembering that I too once
played at a field's edge and waved
to an old workman who went mowing by,
waving back to me as he passed.
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