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At night make me one with the darkness In the morning make me one with the light.

At night make me one with the darkness In the morning make me one with the light.

Wendell Berry
Morning, Night, Light
Wendell Berry (2009). “The Mad Farmer Poems”, p.6, Counterpoint Press

The pleasure of eating should be an extensive pleasure, not that of the mere gourmet. People who know the garden in which their vegetables have grown and know that the garden is healthy will remember the beauty of the growing plants, perhaps in the dewy first light of morning when gardens are at their best. Such a memory involves itself with the food and is one of the pleasures of eating. (pg. 326, The Pleasures of Eating)

Wendell Berry
Morning, Memories, Garden
Wendell Berry (2010). “What Are People For?: Essays”, p.151, Counterpoint Press

As I age in the world it will rise and spread, and be for this place horizon and orison, the voice of its winds. I have made myself a dream to dream of its rising, that has gentled my nights. Let me desire and wish well the life these trees may live when I no longer rise in the mornings to be pleased with the green of them shining, and their shadows on the ground, and the sound of the wind in them.

Wendell Berry
Dream, Morning, Night
Wendell Berry (2012). “New Collected Poems”, p.179, Counterpoint Press

The world is so full and abundant it is like a pregnant woman carrying a child in one arm and leading another by the hand. Every puddle in the lane is ringed with sipping butterflied that fly up in flutter when you walk past in the late morning on your way to get the mail.

Wendell Berry
Morning, Children, Past

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