Mir divljih stvari
Kad u meni raste beznađe svijeta
i budim se u noći na najmanji zvuk,
u strahu kakav bi život, moj i djece moje, mogao biti
Odem i legnem tamo gdje se drvo
odmara u svom prekrasnom odrazu i velika čaplja hrani.
Dolazim tamo u mir divljih stvari,
koje ne terete život zamišljenim žalovanjem.
Dolazim u prisutnost mirne vode.
I osjećam nad sobom, zvijezde danju nevidljive,
čekaju sa svojim svjetlima. Neko vrijeme
počivam u milosti svijeta, i slobodan sam.
Wendell Berry
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.
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.
Wendell Berry
from The Peace of Wild Things And Other Poems
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