The Peace Of Wild Things Poem by Wendell Berry
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.
I love the gentle wild..Always the soother..such a simple beautiful and important poem.
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A beautiful rendition of words. Insightful, compact and focused.
A beautiful poem with a great message embellished with compelling images.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Compact and elegant, this poem reminds me of the important images of life. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting for their light is especially haunting and elegiac. These lines are worthy of the great Romantic poets, whom I rank as Berry's forerunners and peers.