Description
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.







Let Us Compare Mythologies
Life For Us
Macavity
Insistence
Tomorrow someone will arrest you
Negative of a Group Photograph
Strong in the Rain
A March Calf
Selected Poems
Silly Rhymes and Limericks
The Tamarit Poems
Signs Like This