Wendell Berry

(August 5, 1934 / Henry County, Kentucky)

Wendell Berry
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an American man of letters, academic, cultural and economic critic, and farmer. He is a prolific author of novels, short stories, poems, and essays. He is also an elected member of the Fellowship of Southern Writers and a recipient of The National Humanities Medal. more »

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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.

  • 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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