The Peace of Wild Things

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When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
--Wendell Berry

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  1. emelina January 14, 2008 at 12:29 PM

    Some day I will paint my favorite William Carlos Williams poem, "Spring Strains"

  2. emelina January 26, 2008 at 11:09 PM

    i just wrote a song using this poem.