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Wendell Berry: The Peace of Wild Things

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.

Wendell Berry: The Peace of Wild Things

With thanks tobardcat

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bardcat
Oct. 3rd, 2011 11:01 pm (UTC)
I think it is one of Berry's finest poems.
bobby1933
Oct. 5th, 2011 08:31 pm (UTC)
Yes.
sabrinamari
Oct. 3rd, 2011 11:06 pm (UTC)
oh...beautiful
bobby1933
Oct. 5th, 2011 08:32 pm (UTC)
:-)
liveonearth
Oct. 5th, 2011 04:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you.
bobby1933
Oct. 5th, 2011 08:30 pm (UTC)
:-)
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