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The Peace of Wild Things | 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

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si_anenome
Feb. 7th, 2013 05:05 am (UTC)
Nice. Thank you.
bardcat
Feb. 7th, 2013 11:44 am (UTC)
maybe his greatest poem.
cwmackowski
Feb. 7th, 2013 02:11 pm (UTC)
Perfect for what I needed at the moment. Thanks.
nodressrehersal
Feb. 8th, 2013 12:56 am (UTC)
Very, very nice.
patrick_vecchio
Feb. 8th, 2013 03:39 am (UTC)
That took me back to a few trout streams.
tea_drinker77
Feb. 15th, 2013 12:36 pm (UTC)
This is lovely.
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