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The Peace Of Wild Things

Rating: 4.8

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.
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Geoffrey Fafard 17 May 2015

I love the gentle wild..Always the soother..such a simple beautiful and important poem.

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Jeffrey Tedford 14 October 2014

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.

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A soul balm, an escape ah how we need them.

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Stacia Norcross 25 May 2009

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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Chinedu Dike 03 August 2021

Well expressed thoughts and feelings. A work of an intricate mind....

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Andrea 09 July 2021

It is good to know the Poetry Police are in Full Force. Thank you for your service!

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Susan Powers 04 February 2021

The first line is incorrect and needs to be fixed! When despair FOR THE WORLD grows in me.The poetry should be accurate

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S schell 24 February 2021

You have the audacity to correct this beautiful poem

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Nature is a soothing healer..Lovely poem.. a 5star one too.

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Hakim Archuletta 21 November 2020

It's really beyond belief that the poems are read by a machine, sort of obscene really. Who, how, did anyone imagine that to be OK? Is it some sort of bitter unconscious anger? Does that architect secretly hate poetry itself?

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