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A Poem for a Thursday #28

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Wendell Berry is an American poet, essayist, novelist, and environmentalist. He lives on a farm in Kentucky. He strongly believes that frequently too much importance is placed on wild lands without a proper appreciation for farming.  Berry's poetry "celebrates the holiness of life and everyday miracles often taken for granted."

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. 

The Peace of Wild Things
Wendell Berry

A Poem for a Thursday #27

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Carl Sandburg was a poet, biographer, writer, and editor. He lived from 1878-1967. He won the Pulitzer Prize three times; twice for his poetry and once for a six-volume biography of Abraham Lincoln. Sandburg described poetry as "a pack-sack of invisible keepsakes. Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration. Poetry is the opening and closing of a door, leaving those who look through to guess about what is seen during a moment." He also said, "I'll probably die propped up in bed trying to write a poem about America."

love is a deep and a dark and a lonely
and you take it deep take it dark
and take it with a lonely winding
and when the winding gets too lonely
then may come the windflowers
and the breath of wind over many flowers
winding its way out of many lonely flowers
waiting in rainleaf whispers
waiting in dry stalks of noon
wanting in a music of windbreaths
so you can take love as it comes keening
as it comes with a voice and a face
and you make a talk of it
talking to yourself a talk worth keeping
and you put it away for a keen keeping
and you find it to be a hoarding
and you give it away and yet it stays hoarded

like a book read over and over again
like one book being a long row of books
like leaves of windflowers bending low
and bending to be never broken

Love is a Deep and a Dark and a Lonely
Carl Sandburg

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Bookshop Visit//Tatnuck Bookseller Gift Gallery & Café


I stumbled upon a bookstore last week. My husband had a doctor's appointment in Westborough, MA to follow up on his concussion recovery and I went with him. We were a little early and decided to get something to eat. Imagine my joy when I realized there was a bookshop and café literally across the street from the doctor's office. My husband had no choice about where we were going at that point.

When I first walked in I did not think this was going to be a wildly successful bookshop visit. The store is huge but a large portion of it is taken up by gift items. Notice "Gift Gallery" in the name. This should not have been a surprise to me but I think I concentrated on the "Bookseller" part. I am not a huge fan of the typical gift shop items. There was a lot of jewelry, bags, china, and other knick-knacks. Most of it was not really my style.



The café was fine. It wasn't anything special but it wasn't bad either. I had a spinach quiche and my husband had a seafood salad sandwich and we split a piece of cheesecake. The workers were extremely friendly and helpful which is always a plus. I ate quickly and moved on to more important things. I only had about twenty minutes to explore before we had to head to my husband's appointment.




They had what seemed to be a large children's section. I didn't look around since my kids are way too old for it but it looked cheerful, inviting, and full of books. The gift section of the store took up most of the front but once I walked towards the back I realized there was a quite good selection. There was a good mix of books some of which I have never seen in my local Barnes & Noble. I obviously did not have time to look at everything but I browsed through the history section and found a number of books I would like to read. You can see the one I chose in the photo at the top of this post. You can also see the mug I bought because of course, I could not leave a Jane Austen mug behind.

All in all, I was pleased. While the gift section was mainly not to my taste and the food was average the book selection was better than I expected. I have already told my husband I will be accompanying him to his follow-up appointment so I can visit the book store again.

Tatnuck Bookseller Gift Gallery & Café
18 Lyman Street
Westborough, MA 01581