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.

by Wendell Berry

Comments (22)

The only solution is to be calm and passion. Nice work
Nice poem i liked it it was guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuud
i love wendell berry and his long catalog of deep and inspiring poems. teehee, dab on em
this poem reminds me of a John Moriarty excerpt when he felt he wanted to rid his mind of all the learned dogmas there and reconnect with earth he went out and lay on the earth with his head in a hare's form and at another time in a wild bird's ground uninhabited nest.
to feel free is a wonderful feeling, enjoyed your poem Alan
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