Wendell Berry

(August 5, 1934 / Henry County, Kentucky)

Wendell Berry Poems

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

Comments about Wendell Berry

  • 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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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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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.
Those who had wanted to go home would never get there now.

I visited the offices where for the sake of the objective the planners planned
at blank desks set in rows. I visited the loud factories
where the machines were made that would drive ever forward
toward the objective. I saw the forest re

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