Friday, June 17, 2016

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 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.


11 comments:

  1. This is the one we see here too, always standing along the water watching for something to eat.

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  2. Nice piece of a wild thing. I like it.

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  3. Lindo e bela fotografia.
    Um abraço e bom fim de semana.
    Andarilhar

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  4. I love and relate to this poem RR, sometimes I do despair about the state of the world 😶 Lovely shots of the elegant heron, here and yesterday..

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  5. An appropriate poem for such a distinctive subject!

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  6. They are such proud looking birds.

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  7. This poem is a great choice, thank you.
    Your photo is just brilliant, I love it.

    All the best Jan

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  8. very nice....I am a fan of Mr. Berry

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