Video: Wendell Berry reads his poem “The Peace of Wild Things”
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.
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Baron Wormser: Within The Weeping Was Joy
Preface to the 2nd Edition of The Road Washes Out in Spring: A Poet’s Memoir of Living Off the Grid
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Henry David Thoreau: Simplicity
Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! I say, let your affairs be as two or three, and keep your accounts on your thumb nail … I find it wholesome to be alone the … Continue reading
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