Mapless Geographies
11.5.11
A Graceful Clearing
The Country Of Marriage
(verse 1)
I.
I dream of you walking at night along the streams
of the country of my birth, warm blooms and the nightsongs
of
birds
opening around you as you walk.
You are holding in your body the dark seed of my sleep.
~
Wendell Berry
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