My gentle hill, I rest
beside you in the dark
in a place warmed by my body,
where by ardor, grace, work,
and loss, I belong.
[Wendell Berry {1934- } 'Song (2)', from New Collected Poems]
My gentle hill, I rest
beside you in the dark
in a place warmed by my body,
where by ardor, grace, work,
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