10.24.2012

Wendell Berry for your morning cup

The Peace of Wild Things

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, from New Collected Poems

15 comments:

  1. beautiful needed words.
    I miss the wild things.
    Love the photo as well! My cat would have panicked. Big time!

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  2. So relevant right now, in this hectic world. Thanks Kate.

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  3. Absolutely lovely. I love Wendell Berry's poems, essays and novels. I wonder if you've read 'Jayber Crow'? It's excellent. :)

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  4. Really beautifull both the picture and the poem.
    I feel like that sometimes and I go to my mother´s and step bare foot on the cold grass.
    July.

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  5. one of my all time favourites. thanks for reminding me of it again

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  6. Whoa. I needed this at this exact moment. Thank you, woman.

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  7. New to this lovely space of yours and so glad to have found my way here. Beautiful post, stunning words from WB, as usual.

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  8. If you love Wendell Berry, try some of his essays. He focuses a lot on eco-criticism, I think you'd dig it.

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  9. lovely thoughts~thanks for sharing

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