The Peace of Wild Things | Wendell Berry

[createdestiny]

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

Comments

[si_anenome]

Nice. Thank you.

[bardcat]

maybe his greatest poem.

[cwmackowski]

Perfect for what I needed at the moment. Thanks.

[nodressrehersal]

Very, very nice.

[patrick_vecchio]

That took me back to a few trout streams.