Tuesday 16 June 2009

The Peace of Wild Things...

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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.


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I come to the place of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come to the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time


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

...Wendall Berry

From the poem "
THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS"





5 comments:

  1. This is my favorite poem, ever. I've thought about getting it tattooed on me, it's that much a part of my soul, but it may end up being more picture than words. I just really, really feel at home here. That is all.

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    1. This poem has been very special to me too. Whenever I'm feeling distracted and dismayed ( it seems to happen rather a lot :) I read it slowly and it always centres me. I find so much wisdom and solace in nature.

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    2. And I'd be tempted to get that tattoo :)

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    3. And I'd be tempted to get that tattoo :)

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    4. This poem has been very special to me too. Whenever I'm feeling distracted and dismayed ( it seems to happen rather a lot :) I read it slowly and it always centres me. I find so much wisdom and solace in nature.

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