I read a great poem yesterday, in preparation for a course I am taking next week. It should be featured as an entry screen for this blog:
by Wendell Berry
Do not think me gentle because I speak in praise of gentleness, or elegant because I honor the grace that keeps this world. I am a man crude as any, gross of speech, intolerant, stubborn, angry, full of fits and furies. That I may have spoken well at times, is not natural. A wonder is what it is.
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