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A Poetic Interlude

January 8, 2013 NaturePoetry  8 comments

I couldn’t think of anything I wanted to write about, and a poem came to mind, so I decided to do that, instead.

This is a poem that I think of in winter, always, I’m not sure why.  Wendell Berry is a definitively Kentucky writer, one I saw speak a few years ago.

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 Berr...

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