Male wood duck, Aix sponsa.
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Photographer: Edenpics.com.
Although it is incredibly difficult to choose, this is probably my favorite poem that I've ever read.
The Peace of Wild Things
by Wendell Berry
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.
From The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry (Washington, D.C.: Counterpoint, 1998)
Comments
I saw wood ducks on this expedition through the woods I took just last weekend. I had a wonderful time and a wonderful day. Seing this post and picture brought back wonderful memories for me. Many thanks!
Posted by: Katie | April 23, 2006 3:17 PM
It's a lovely poem. This line... "For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free
relates very much to how and why I live
as I do.
Posted by: bev | April 23, 2006 4:05 PM
For a time / I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
I think that line describes my birding experiences very nicely.
Posted by: John | April 23, 2006 4:55 PM