Wendell Berry Poems
|1.||The Peace Of Wild Things||1/3/2003|
|2.||Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front||1/3/2003|
|3.||What We Need Is Here||1/13/2003|
|4.||A Meeting In A Part||1/3/2003|
|5.||The Country Of Marriage||1/3/2003|
|6.||The Hidden Singer||1/3/2003|
|7.||A Timbered Choir||1/3/2003|
|8.||A Warning To My Readers||1/3/2003|
|9.||The Mad Farmer Revolution||1/3/2003|
|11.||In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams||1/3/2003|
|12.||Like The Water||11/22/2014|
The Peace Of Wild Things
When despair 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.