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My old friend, the owner
of a new boat, stops by
to ask me to fish with him,
And I say I will - both of us
knowing that we may never
get around to it, it may be
years before we're both
idle again on the same day.
But we make a plan, anyhow,
in honor of friendship
and the fine spring weather
and the new boat
and our sudden thought
of the water shining
under the morning fog.
From Collected Poems (North Point Press, 1984)
Used with permission.
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Wendell Berry (1934 - 2026) was an American writer. The author of more than 50 works of fiction, nonfiction, and poetry, he was a farmer and environmental activist throughout his adult life, with stints in between as a university professor. The recipient of numerous awards, including Guggenheim, Rockefeller, and American Academy of Arts and Sciences fellowships, Wendell was the first living writer to be inducted into the Kentucky Writers Hall of Fame. He lived and worked with his wife on a farm in Port Royal, Kentucky. Learn more about Wendell's impact and interests at http://berrycenter.org/.

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