"Remembering that it happened once," by Wendell Berry
I love the echoes you show us. I wouldn't have noticed that.
"We stand with one hand on the door,
looking into another world. . ."
Isn't that so great! The whole poem turns while we stand there.
I love the echoes you show us. I wouldn't have noticed that.
"We stand with one hand on the door,
looking into another world. . ."
Isn't that so great! The whole poem turns while we stand there.