Poem Review: Like The Water By Wendell Berry

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Like The Water by Wendell Berry Like the water of a deep stream, love is always too much. We did not make it. Though we drink till we burst, we cannot have it all, or want it all. In its abundance it survives our thirst. In the evening we come down to the shore to drink our fill, and sleep, while it flows through the regions of the dark. It does not hold us, except we keep returning to its rich waters thirsty. We enter, willing to die, into the commonwealth of its joy. |[pic|Email This Poem to a Friend | |] | | | | | Where Once The Waters Of Your Face by Dylan Thomas Where once the waters of your face Spun
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