The Peace of Wild Things
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.
The poems of Wendell Berry invite us to stop, to think, to see the world around us, and to savour what is good. Here are consoling verses of hope and of healing; short, simple meditations on love, death, friendship, memory and belonging; luminous hymns to the land, the cycles of nature and the seasons as they ebb and flow. Here is the peace of wild things.
Wendell Berry is the most important writer and thinker that you have (probably) never heard of. He is an American sage — James Rebanks Our modern-day Thoreau … He is unlike anybody else writing today — Andrew Marr * New Statesman * The poet laureate of America’s farmland * Observer * Wendell Berry’s poems have a real twinkle in their eye in the face of a dark world — Colum McCann * Atlantic * He has returned American poetry to a Wordsworthian clarity of purpose * Baltimore Sun *
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