Wendell Berry August 05, 1934 -) In January cold, the year's short light, We make new marriage here; The day is clear, the ground is bridal white, Songless the brittled air As we come through the snow to praise Our Mary in her day of days. In time's short light, and less than light, we …
When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses… We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth. — John F. Kennedy
