to come into this night
as though there is a mercy in things
mindful of me. Love, cast all
thought aside. I cast aside
all thought. Our bodies enter
their brief precedence,
surrounded by their sleep.
Through you I rise, and you
through me, into the joy
we make, but may not keep.
--Wendell Berry (1935- ), American poet, essayist, agrarian, and farmer, from New Collected Poems, 2012
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