Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Peace in Poetry


When despair 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. 
~ Wendell Berry

14 comments:

  1. The outside greenness, the wildness of woods, all of nature soothes the soul.
    Wendell Berry is a favorite of mine.

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    1. Wendell Berry is also one of my favorites, as is that photograph taken by my youngest son.

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  2. Thank-you for all of that. xo

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  3. Thank you for the beautiful poem and the beautiful fox!

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  4. Perfect pairing of poem and photo. Thank you.

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  5. Thank you for that beautiful pause in my day.
    XO

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  6. Perfect and beautiful - thank you for sharing. Wendell Berry is sooooo good. And, your son took an amazing photo.

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  7. Wendell Berry has a superb way of bringing us back to a place of peace. I recently read this poem, but I've read so much WB lately, I'm not sure where it was. Thank you for sharing it.

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  8. Ahhhh, Wendell Berry! He is so magnificent! Thank you for sharing!

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  9. I would love to see a collection of Berry's poems with Justin's photographs. I think the two of them would have a wonderful time on the collaboration ... and think how much we'd enjoy the outcome :-)

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  10. that is an awesome photo and the poem is perfect :)

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  11. Both the poem and the photo are perfect. Berry is one of my favorites.

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