Reading Between the World and Me, by Ta-Nehisi Coates. He's coming to Town Hall here but already sold out. Astonishing book.
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.
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.
4 comments:
Beth, these are crazy times, our world has gone mad. I worry myself sick. So thanks for the poem today. It helps, a little.
I just bought my son Between the World and Me and I'm so proud he wants to read books like that. I get it next and am really looking forward to it. His voice is unique. Have you seen the Atlantic video interview with him talking about the writing process? It's stunning.
Mel
That poem- that describes what saves me daily.
I somehow think I feel a bit of a change in the weather concerning gun laws right now. It is small, a mere breeze of energy to do something sensible and correct. May I be right.
The poem and the photo were just what I needed this morning. Many thanks.
I'm supposed to hear Ta on Monday night -- looking forward to it.
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