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“… who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief…”

Note: Listen to Berry read aloud his beautiful poem here.

The Peace of the 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.

3 Comments

  1. Oh, lovely. Saved it to my desktop until I can re-download iTunes again. “day blind stars”…reminds me of Dylan Thomas’ “Fern Hill”…only much happier, of course 🙂

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