Amazon dropped the latest Wendell Berry's poetry collection, Leavings, on the doorstep last week. It is vintage Berry; part polemic, part lyric, part pastoral with a few oddities thrown in. I am still spending time with the poems, so no review today. I do want to share the short poem that begins the collection. So, bending fair use a bit, here it is:
LIKE SNOW
Suppose we did our work
like the snow, quietly, quietly,
leaving nothing out.
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