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“the wild rose” : a poem of love by wendell berry.

January 1, 2014

Sometimes hidden from me

in daily custom and in trust,

so that I live by you unaware

as by the beating of my heart,

 

Suddenly you flare in my sight,

a wild rose looming at the edge

of thicket, grace and light

where yesterday was only shade,

 

and once again I am blessed, choosing

again what I chose before.

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