Wendell Berry

(August 5, 1934 / Henry County, Kentucky)

Wendell Berry Poems

1. The Wish to be Generous 7/28/2016
2. The Vacation 8/28/2015
3. Enemies 5/29/2015
4. Water 11/22/2014
5. Woods 2/10/2016
6. The Silence 4/24/2015
7. Like The Water 11/22/2014
8. The Real Work 5/13/2015
9. In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams 1/3/2003
10. Testament 1/3/2003
11. The Mad Farmer Revolution 1/3/2003
12. A Meeting In A Part 1/3/2003
13. A Warning To My Readers 1/3/2003
14. A Timbered Choir 1/3/2003
15. The Hidden Singer 1/3/2003
16. Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front 1/3/2003
17. The Country Of Marriage 1/3/2003
18. What We Need Is Here 1/13/2003
19. The Peace Of Wild Things 1/3/2003

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  • dejahnae (4/6/2020 7:33:00 PM)

    i love the writing style and grammar

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  • Lesley (12/4/2018 6:06:00 AM)

    .Couldn't find poem I was looking for, it really should be here, To a Siberian Woodsman - Very powerful and beautiful anti war poem

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  • Cynthia Buhain-baello Cynthia Buhain-baello (5/13/2015 7:28:00 PM)

    I like your style of writing as it flows smoothly like a friend's discourse, nothing imposed and not preachy. Your words are very profound yet simple, and the topics you choose are clearly from the heart and from who you are.

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  • Kathryn Weller Renfrow (4/22/2012 2:38:00 PM)

    There are some mistakes in your version of The Peace of Wild Things, the first line you left out for the world, and 10th line is with their light, not for their light

    When despair for the world 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
    rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
    I come into the peace of wild things
    who do not tax their lives with forethought
    of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
    And I feel above me the day-blind stars
    waiting with their light. For a time
    I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

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Best Poem of Wendell Berry

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front

Love the quick profit, the annual raise,
vacation with pay. Want more
of everything ready-made. Be afraid
to know your neighbors and to die.

And you will have a window in your head.
Not even your future will be a mystery
any more. Your mind will be punched in a card
and shut away in a little drawer.

When they want you to buy something
they will call you. When they want you
to die for profit they will let you know.
So, friends, every day do something
that won't compute. Love the Lord.
Love the world. Work for nothing.
Take all that ...

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Testament

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


1.
Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath
Grows large and free in air, don't call it death --
A word to enrich the undertaker and inspire
His surly art of imitating life; conspire
Against him. Say that my body cannot now

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