The Peace of Wild Things

By Wendell Berry

Nature as a place of refuge in this beautiful poem by Wendell Berry, an American poet, essayist, and environmental activist. He was born and grew up on a farm in Kentucky, and returned to farming after studying and teaching writing. This poem, almost prayer-like, is written with simple vocabulary yet speaks to vast emotions.

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.

By Wendell Barry

Noticings and Questions

  • How is Berry using contrast in this poem?
  • Why might he have opened with “despair” and “fear”? Why end with “grace” and “freedom”?
  • What purpose might this poem serve for the author? For the reader?
  • Consider the evocative line “I feel above me the day-blind stars, waiting with their light” … what feelings does this image evoke?
  • What does “wild” mean in this essay? What is human’s relationship to wildness?
  • What would this poem look like as an essay? What is Berry trying to say about the world, and its vanishing, precious ‘wild’ places
  • What else do you notice? What questions do you have?


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