Wendell Berry (August 5, 1934 / Henry County, Kentucky)
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
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Just heard it read out on a radio programme in which it was the response to a listener's sense of loss and worry over a child leaving home to go to university - very appropriate. Love the sense of learning to just be from nature, rather than worrying about being.
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Really a perfect example of the restorative powers of nature. Just reading it eases one away from everyday stress.
A small pool of calm, love this poem