~~~~~~ Dead Poets Society ~~~~~~ The Peace of Wild Things By Wendell Berry When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of 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 where the great heron feeds. I come in to the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with the forethought of grief. I come in to the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting for their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, And am free. Wendell Berry (born August 5, 1934) is an American novelist, poet, environmental activist, cultural critic, and farmer. A prolific author, he has written dozens of novels, short stories, poems, and essays. He is an elected member of the Fellowship of Southern Writers, a recipient of The National Humanities Medal, and the Jefferson Lecturer for 2012. He is also a 2013 Fellow of The American Academy of Arts and Sciences. Berry has been named the recipient of the 2013 Richard C. Holbrooke Distinguished Achievement Award.
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