'The Peace of Wild Things' by Wendell Berry- The Perfect Poetic Balm For Lockdown


‘The Peace of Wild Things’ by Wendell Berry- The Perfect Poetic Balm for Lockdown

Going Home with Wendell Berry | The New Yorker
Tuesday, June 7th 2020


Hey world!
How are you all doing? I hope you are managing to stay sane in these bizarre and stressful times we find ourselves in.
A lot (and I mean a lot) has happened since I last posted on this blog. My life, and most of the people’s lives who are reading this has been turned upside down in a matter of months. The world has been brought to it's knees by a pandemic thanks to Coronavirus, which has claimed hundreds of thousands of lives across the world and has forced governments to enforce strict lockdown measures to try to prevent the spread of the virus. This means that people have not been able to go out of the house for any other reason than to get food and medicine. People haven’t been able to go to school, work, shops, meet friends or family, and we are all fed up it.
Here in the UK, we have been in lock down since March 23, which is seventy-six days, which is ten weeks, which is too long.

Lockdown has become really difficult for people, mainly because there is no real end or return to what we would call 'normal' in sight. The days have begun to blend into one for me, and the worst part has been being separated from all my friends and family, and the boredom and loneliness that eats up my time. I know that many people reading this will be able to sympathise. But don’t worry. I have a remedy for you. Keep reading and you will find out more.

It is in times like this that people turn to things that they perhaps do not usually, such as prayer or poetry. Poetry has always been something that has had the power to soothe the soul in a unique way through the magic of the written word. During lock down, I have cocooned myself inside poetry as a way of muting the chaos of reality and providing some succour for myself in these very difficult times. And so, I thought I would share one of my relevant favourites with you today.

Recently I have tried to pray, but once I clear my mind, it has been met with a poem instead, which seems strange, but if you think about it, poems and prayers aren't so very different. Both use condensed language that is full of imagery, both are recited, both can be learned by heart, and both can comfort us in some way. Sometimes I find myself reciting a poem in my head when I am stressed or worried about something, somehow repeating a poem in my head like a mantra serves to help me to calm myself and regain focus. A prime example of this for me is a poem called 'The Peace Of Wild Things' 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 a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

This is such a beautiful poem that I think that a lot of us can relate to, especially now when there is a pandemic going on, and 'despair for the world' really does grow in us. It is easy to feel completely overwhelmed by just how horrible and how hopeless things seem right now. But this poem soothes that sense of doom and despair that we feel every time we put on the news, because it reminds us that we can go outside and find some much-needed peace of mind in nature.

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This poem beautifully illustrates the divide between humanity and the wild animals in nature. Humans tend to worry about the future a lot more than any other species. Animals do not concern themselves with worrying about the future, for them the only time that exists is the present. This means that they just exist in the moment, and do not ‘tax their lives with the forethought of grief.’ Berry makes this way of life look very appealing and he makes the reader aspire to live as some wild things do in the sense that we don’t need to worry about the future quite so much. But why do we do this?

This is actually a very interesting study of human psychology and behaviour. Thousands of years ago, humans lived in what scientists today would call an ‘Immediate Return’ environment. This meant that our actions would instantly deliver clear and immediate outcomes. An example of this would be if it started to rain, humans would feel stressed about finding shelter, but once they had found shelter their stress would disappear. Most of the decisions we would make would benefit us immediately, and so we had no concept of real long-term anxiety.
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Nowadays, humans live in what scientists call a ‘Delayed Return’ environment. This means that most of the decisions that we make today will not immediately benefit us. Examples of this would be if you work hard in school, you will get good grades that will help you to get into university. If you save money now, you will have more to spend on holiday. Unfortunately for us, living in a delayed return environment tends to lead to us suffering from chronic stress and anxiety.

Throughout all seventy-six days of lockdown, something that has played a huge part in helping my family and I stay sane has been going out for daily walks. This always serves to lift our spirits and ‘blow the cobwebs away’, as it were. In this poem Berry reinforces the power that nature has to help us to heal and find peace. This is evident in the line ‘I go and lie down where the wood drake/rests in his beauty on the water.’ The way he describes how the wood drake rests in it’s own beauty is just gorgeous, it implies that wild things are comfortable in their own skin, so much that they are able to rest in it. How inspiring is that?


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I think that a particular group of people that will be able to relate to this poem are parents, because they spend a gargantuan amount of time worrying about their children and their well-being in every aspect of life. I want to take this time to thank all parents reading this, I know that it must be exhausting worrying about your children’s lives and whether or not they are happy. I want to thank my Mum in particular who has lost so much sleep worrying about me and my well-being. She has invested a huge amount of time into making me happy. I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you so much.

Anyway, I think that Berry really is speaking to parents in particular in this poem because he addresses the problem of parents worrying excessively about their children, and then he offers a remedy: go outside. Lie down in the grass. Rest in the grace of the world. Breathe. He is telling us that we have the power to rest by just going outside into nature, and I think that this is a really important message especially for all of us in lockdown when we inevitably spend a ridiculous amount of our day on a screen.

He brings the reader to such a tranquil place with this poem, and I hope that it provides the same level of comfort for you as it did for me. ‘Still water’ is a fabulous metaphor for peace of mind, or an untroubled mindset that we all wish that we had. Another gorgeous piece of imagery that I love in this poem is: ‘I feel above me the day blind stars, waiting with their light,’, because it reminded me that the stars are out during the day but we can’t see them until it is dark. I think this is significant in this poem because it makes me think that just because you can’t see something beautiful doesn’t mean it isn’t there, and that there are good things waiting for us in the future. We just have to hold on.

Rest in the grace of the world, readers. I promise that better times are coming.

-Anna


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