Memorizing The Peace of Wild Things
- Dotty Holcomb Doherty
- Sep 16, 2019
- 1 min read
After reading "The Peace of Wild Things" by Wendell Berry, many times,
I knew I needed to memorize it.
I mentioned this poem in an earlier blog post, "When It's Time to Reset."
When Berry spoke of the "wood drake"
I used this photo of a Wood Duck I photographed in a nearby pond.

But I have fallen in love with a new drake: the male African Pygmy Goose.
This drake is the one I imagine now when I recite the poem, and
this quiet water is what I imagine when I reach the line:
"I come into the presence of still water."

I recite the poem near the end of my yoga practice, when I do a series of stretches, each segment of stretch fitting the lines of the 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.
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.

I am so happy this resonated with you, Sheryl. It always helps me set the right tone for the day.
So beautiful, Dotty, and just what I needed during a current unsettling period of unease and anxiety. 😘