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Wendell Berry

(August 5, 1934 / Henry County, Kentucky)

A Timbered Choir


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 rock blasted.
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  • Linda Long (3/12/2012 12:21:00 PM)

    Although A Timbered Choir is not realy poetic, its prosey message is a clear call to the travel worn commuter and glutted conscience of the over-consumer. The verses do not sing like a Robert Frost piece, or reverberate with resonance in the same way that Henry Beston beckons you out of doors to enjoy the simple old farmyard. All the same, it is the devout love for the land that is discerned in Wendell Berry's masterful lesson. I will continue to tap this source of sustained dependence on what gives true meaning in life. (Report) Reply

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