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The Peace of Wild Things
By Wendell Berry
When despair for
the world 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 with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wendell
Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things” from The Selected Poems of
Wendell Berry. Copyright (c) 1998. Published and reprinted
by arrangement with Counterpoint Press, a member of the
Perseus Books Group (www.perseusbooks.com).
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