Mir divljih stvari

Kada očaj sveta izraste u meni
i probuđen noću pri najmanjem zvuku,
u strahu za svoj život i život dece moje,
odem i legnem tamo gde divlja patka
na vodi pluta u lepoti svojoj,
i gde veliki hrani se ždral.
Ulazim u mir divljine divljih stvari
što ne oporezuju svoj život mislima o žalu.
Postojim u prisustvu vode mirne.
I osećam iznad sebe danom-oslepljene zvezde
što čekaju sa svetlima svojim.
I još neko vreme
odmaram u lepoti sveta,
i slobodan bivam.

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.
Wendell Berry