Saturday, June 27, 2015


It's the immemorial feelings
I like the best: hunger, thirst,
their satisfaction; world 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,

.Wendell Berry