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My friends, do not lose heart. We were made for these times. I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world now. Ours is a time of almost daily astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people.
filled with the kind of determined cheer that masked a deeper despair.
Ruth Ozeki • The Book of Form and Emptiness: A Novel
like tuning forks
with the shock of being,
the shock of being seen?
Hannah Fries • Let the Last Thing Be Song
How to Be a Poet by Wendell Berry | Poetry Magazine
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Year’s End - Richard Wilbur
Now winter downs the dying of the year,
And night is all a settlement of snow;
From the soft street the rooms of houses show
A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere,
Like frozen-over lakes whose ice is thin
And still allows some stirring down within.
I’ve known the wind by water banks to shake
The late leaves down, which frozen wh
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