The Want of Peace - Wendell Berry
All goes back to the earth,
and so I do not desire
pride of excess or power,
but the contentments made
by [those] who have had little:
the fisherman's silence
receiving the river's grace,
the gardener's musing on rows.
I lack the peace of simple things.
I am never wholly in place.
I find no peace or grace.
We sell the world to buy fire,
our way lighted by burning men,
and that has bent my mind
and made me think of darkness
and wish for the dumb life of roots.
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