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The peace of wild things

Posted on | November 12, 2009 | 2 Comments

The peace of wild things

When despair for the world grows in me

and I wake in the night to 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 with their light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Copyright-Wendell Berry

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2 Responses to “The peace of wild things”

  1. paintings
    March 10th, 2009 @ 5:54 pm

    thanking you 4 fine contribution, honourable sir!

  2. Major Diversion
    September 5th, 2009 @ 5:56 pm

    yeah, well dunne

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