Say that the leaves are harvested
when they have rotted into the mold.
Call that profit.
Prophesy such returns.
Put your faith in the two inches of humus
that will build under the trees
every thousand years.
Listen to carrion -- put your ear
close, and hear the faint chattering
of the songs that are to come.
Expect the end of the world.
... from THE MAD FARMER by Wendell Berry
Wendell E. Berry (born August 5, 1934) is an American novelist, poet, environmental activist, cultural critic, and farmer. A prolific author, he has written many novels, short stories, poems, and essays. He is an elected member of the Fellowship of Southern Writers, a recipient of The National Humanities Medal, and the Jefferson Lecturer for 2012. He is also a 2013 Fellow of The American Academy of Arts and Sciences. Berry was named the recipient of the 2013 Richard C. Holbrooke Distinguished Achievement Award. On January 28, 2015, he became the first living writer to be ushered into the Kentucky Writers Hall of Fame.
Little Orphant Annie's come to our
house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an'
brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an'
dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an'
earn her board-an'-keep;
An' all us other children, when the
supper-things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an'
has the mostest fun
A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at
Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
- - - - - - - - - -
An' little Orphant Annie says,
when the blaze is blue,
An' the lamp-wick sputters, an'
the wind goes woo-oo!
An' you hear the crickets quit, an'
the moon is gray,
An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all
You better mind yer parunts, an'
yer teachurs fond an' dear,
An' churish them 'at loves you, an'
dry the orphant's tear,
An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at
clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you
.... from LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE by James Whitcomb Riley
James Whitcomb Riley (October 7, 1849 – July 22, 1916) was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. During his lifetime he was known as the "Hoosier Poet" and "Children's Poet" for his dialect works and his children's poetry respectively. His poems tended to be humorous or sentimental, and of the approximately one thousand poems that Riley authored, the majority are in dialect.
When he died, President Woodrow Wilson wrote a brief note to Riley's family offering condolences on behalf the entire nation. Indiana Governor Samuel M. Ralston offered to allow Riley to lie in state at the Indiana Statehouse—Abraham Lincoln being the only other person to have previously received such an honor. During the ten hours he lay in state on July 24, more than thirty-five thousand people filed past his bronze casket; the line was still miles long at the end of the day and thousands were turned away. The next day a private funeral ceremony was held and attended by many dignitaries.
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