<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Poems on Isak's Blog</title><link>https://blog.isakkvam.com/tags/poems/</link><description>Recent content in Poems on Isak's Blog</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://blog.isakkvam.com/tags/poems/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Two poems from Wendell Berry</title><link>https://blog.isakkvam.com/post/two-poems-from-wendell-berry/</link><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://blog.isakkvam.com/post/two-poems-from-wendell-berry/</guid><description>&lt;p>RIP &lt;a href="https://blog.isakkvam.com/post/a-writing-space-of-ones-own/">Wendell Berry&lt;/a>, whose poems, novels, essays, and environmental thinking challenged people to take better care of ourselves, our communities, and the land.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I read one of his books of agrarian essays in college, but what’s stuck with me ever since is his poetry. I first read this one as a sophomore in college, and it has that comfortable, relaxing feeling only poetry can make:&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>