In Rain (excerpt)

 

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In a mist of light

falling with the rain

I walk this ground

of which dead mean

and women I have loved

are part, as they

are part of me. In earth,

in blood, in mind,

the dead and living

into each other pass,

as the living pass

in and out of loves

as stepping to a song.

The way I go is

marriage to this place,

grace beyond chance,

love's braided dance

covering the world.

–Wendell Berry

The Wheel

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