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- Goods by Wendell Berry It's the immemorial feelings
- I like the best: hunger, thirst,
- their satisfaction; work-weariness,
- earned rest; the falling again
- from loneliness to love;
- the green growth the mind takes
- from the pastures in March;
- The gayety in the stride
- of a good team of Belgian mares
- that seems to shudder from me
- through all my ancestry. "Goods" by Wendell Berry, from New Collected Poems.
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How lucky to be ignorant,
to greet joy without a trace of suspicion,
to take that first step without worrying what
comes trailing after, as night trails after day,
or winter summer, or confusion where all
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Snow is falling west of here. The mountains have more than a foot of it. I see the early morning sky dark as night. I won’t lis- ten to the weather report. I’ll let the question of snow hang.
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