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October 24th 2008 02:18
The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry
by Wendell Berry
Wendell Berry 1934 - Present
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.
Review in Poem By Dexter
The curse of self awarness,
The knowledge of mortality,
A troubled mind crowded with tasks,
Uncertain futures and a controlled destiny collide.
The active mind troubled,
Pondering intangible revelations,
An imagination dipped in chocolate pessimism.
The ease of sorrow, the strain of success,
A troubled responsability,
Escaping life, evading choice,
A stagnant existence.
The intellectual journey to refined choice,
A simple balance of nature,
Needs and desires deducted,
The basic survival perspective.
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