The first time this book let me caress it, and smell its used sinewy pages, I cannot remember how it came into my being, but it left in the happy hands of a departing lover. There is a full mystery in giving someone a gift of poetry. This current copy came out of the public library book sale. This book has many lives in it and should be carried to every tavern and then all the churches with lines of translators as its hubris crosses the oceans to foreign lands. If the illiterate are present, then the stingiest heart in the room must read one poem from this collection. This crass fucker must have inflection, zeal...she must read loud and then soft...so soft in fact that other people in the room must strain to hear the heartbeats of the words that pour from her chapped mouth. Give away free beer! Call in the library gestapo...all they do is sit in their hallowed halls clipping their nails with their Swiss Army knives and then filing them smooth. Mandate them to paste poems on hospital and grocery store bulletin boards and on the school hall lockers. Lobby congress to have Amazon burnish them into the plastic of new mouse pads and cell phone covers and condom wrappers! Let's plead the case to Richard Branson to have Virgin Galactic carry them in to space and let his wealthy clients chastise the scientists in the International Space Station with some soulful verse to harmonica accompaniment. Be careful for death lurks in this book, grease monkey junkies, derelicts, certainly some mad brilliance...maybe mundane to some but still taking flight into the maw of a thunderstorm for many.
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 the 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