{"id":139,"date":"2019-04-18T13:30:00","date_gmt":"2019-04-18T13:30:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/04\/18\/a-poem-for-thursday-28\/"},"modified":"2020-10-26T22:46:33","modified_gmt":"2020-10-26T22:46:33","slug":"a-poem-for-thursday-28","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/2019\/04\/18\/a-poem-for-thursday-28\/","title":{"rendered":"A Poem for a Thursday #28"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n\n
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Wendell Berry is an American poet, essayist, novelist, and environmentalist. He lives on a farm in Kentucky. He strongly believes that frequently too much importance is placed on wild lands without a proper appreciation for farming.\u00a0 Berry’s poetry “celebrates the holiness of life and everyday miracles often taken for granted.”<\/p>\n

When despair for the world grows in me<\/i>
\nand I wake in the night at the least sound<\/i>
\nin fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,<\/i>
\nI go and lie down where the wood drake<\/i>
\nrests in his beauty on the water and the great heron feeds.<\/i>
\nI come into the peace of wild things<\/i>
\nwho do not tax their lives with forethought<\/i>
\nof grief. I come into the presence of still water.<\/i>
\nAnd I feel above me the day-blind stars<\/i>
\nwaiting with their light. For a time<\/i>
\nI rest in the grace of the world, and am free.\u00a0<\/i>
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\nThe Peace of Wild Things<\/i>
\nWendell Berry<\/p>\n

Visit Typings<\/a> for another poem.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Photo by\u00a0Stephen Ellis\u00a0on\u00a0Unsplash Wendell Berry is an American poet, essayist, novelist, and environmentalist. He lives on a farm in Kentucky. He strongly believes that frequently too much importance is placed on wild lands without a proper appreciation for farming.\u00a0 Berry’s poetry “celebrates the holiness of life and everyday miracles often taken for granted.” 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.\u00a0 The Peace of Wild Things Wendell Berry Visit Typings for another poem.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1581,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-139","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poem-for-a-thursday"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=139"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2601,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139\/revisions\/2601"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1581"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=139"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=139"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.holdsuponhappiness.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=139"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}