"...gross of speech, intolerant, stubborn, angry, full of fits and furies"

For today, a poem by Wendell Berry;

A Warning to My Readers

Do not think me gentle
because I speak in praise
of gentleness, or elegant
because I honor the grace
that keeps this world. I am
a man crude as any,
gross of speech, intolerant,
stubborn, angry, full
of fits and furies. That I
may have spoken well
at times, is not natural.
A wonder is what it is.

Fitting, here, is Mozart - Requiem - Confutatis: