I dream of a quiet man
who explains nothing and defends
nothing, but only knows
where the rarest wild flowers
are blooming, and who goes,
and finds that he is smiling
not by his own will.
Wendell Berry, from 'Given'
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
Friday, March 28, 2014
I dream of a quiet man
I dream of a quiet man
who explains nothing and defends
nothing, but only knows
where the rarest wild flowers
are blooming, and who goes,
and finds that he is smiling
not by his own will.
Wendell Berry, from 'Given'
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