Raking Hay on a Rough Slope – Wendell Berry
Raking hay on a rough slope, when I was about sixteen, I drove to the ridgetop and saw in a neighbor’s field on the other side a pond in a […]
Raking hay on a rough slope, when I was about sixteen, I drove to the ridgetop and saw in a neighbor’s field on the other side a pond in a […]
Early in the year by my friend’s gift I saw at Sansepolcro Piero’s vision: The soldiers who guard the dead from the living themselves become as dead men, one tumbling […]