Poetry by Wendell Berry

Go Among Trees and Sit Still 
by Wendell Berry 

I go among trees and sit still. 
All my stirring becomes quiet 
Around me like circles on water. 
My tasks lie in their places 
Where I left them, asleep like cattle… 
Then what I am afraid of comes. 
I live for a while in its sight. 
What I fear in it leaves it, 
And the fear of it leaves me. 
It sings, and I hear its song. 

When despair for the world grows in me 
by Wendell Berry 

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 the time 
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. 

It may be 
by Wendell Berry 

It may be that when we no longer know what to do, 
we have come to our real work, 
and when we no longer know which way to go, 
we have begun our real journey. 

The dogs of indecision 
by Wendell Berry 

The dogs of indecision 
Cross and cross the field of vision. 
A cloud, a buzzing fly 
Distract the lover’s eye. 
Until the heart has found 
Its native piece of ground 
The day withholds its light, 
The eye must stray unlit. 
The ground’s the body’s bride, 
Who will not be denied. 
Not until all is given 
Comes the thought of heaven. 
When the mind’s an empty room 
The clear days come.