It is World Poetry Day, today – or so NPR informs me.
In honor of the day, I’d like to share a poem by Wendell Berry (one of my regular go-to’s) that’s been on my mind quite a bit lately – I think it’ll also serve (at least for now) as the extent of my political commentary on the current general state of things in the US w/ the ongoing campaign and all (which has also been on my mind quite a bit lately). Furthermore, since today also happens to be International Day of Forests, this poem seems triply fitting to post (poetry; politics; nature).
So – here it is:
THE PEACE OF WILD THINGSWhen despair for the world grows in meand I wake in the night at the least soundin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,I go and lie down where the wood drakerests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.I come into the peace of wild thingswho do not tax their lives with forethoughtof grief. I come into the presence of still water.And I feel above me the day-blind starswaiting with their light. For a timeI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.