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The Storm, By Wendell Berry

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We lay in our bed as in a tomb

awakened by thunder to the dark

in which our house was one with night,

and then light came as if the black

roof of the world had cracked open,

as if the night of all time had broken,

and out our window we glimpsed the world

birthwet and shining, as even

the sun at noon had never made it shine.

From “Entries” by Wendell Berry (Counterpoint: 82 pp., $12.50 paper)

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