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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.
Wendell Berry
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Stacia Norcross
(5/25/2009 9:05:00 PM) |
hey my name is Stacia, and im doing a school project on some kind of poem and poet
and this was my favorite poem, but i just need some information on why you wrote this poem.
so if you could email me back on why you wrote this. if you have anytime before tomorrow. please and thanks you.
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Brian Robbins
(1/27/2008 11:14:00 PM) |
Really a perfect example of the restorative powers of nature. Just reading it eases one away from everyday stress.
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Lenchen Elf
(3/17/2005 2:02:00 PM) |
A small pool of calm, love this poem
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