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The Peace of Wild Things

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.

Source: Collected Poems 1957-1982

Wendell Berry was born August 5, 1934. He is an American novelist, poet, environmental activist, cultural critic, and farmer.

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  1. Judith Hyde

    Love it.

  2. Thank you so much for posting this, Jess. It’s just what I needed to read. x

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