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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Poetry Transforms Despair

The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry

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.

I awoke this morning feeling great sadness and despair for people's inhumanity to fellow beings. My response was to put on some soothing music and read poetry. The photo above I took on my trip to Alaska last summer---throughout my life I have found refuge in the woods and wilderness---which the poet Wendell Berry expresses beautifully here.


La Cuoca said...

Very interesting blog. Kiss kiss

Aurora said...

Thank you for your comment, La Cuoca.

Mary Timme said...

"...where daylight blind stars..." Wow! what a line! Terrific poem. To me, it is interesting how each of us sees and experiences our natural world. A Peaceful post.