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"The Peace of Wild Things" par 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.
2. "The Sunlight on the Garden" by Louis MacNeice
The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold, When all is told We cannot beg for pardon.
Our freedom as free lances Advances towards its end; The earth compels, upon it
Sonnets and birds descend; And soon, my friend, We shall have no time for
dances.
The sky was good for flying Defying the church bells And every evil iron Siren and
what it tells: The earth compels, We are dying, Egypt, dying
3. "A Patch of Old Snow" by Robert Frost
There’s a patch of old snow in a corner That I should have guessed Was a blow-
away paper the rain Had brought to rest. It is speckled with grime as if Small print
overspread it, The news of a day I’ve forgotten— If I ever read it.
4. "Lines Written in Early Spring" by William Wordsworth
I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet
mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much
it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And ’tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
5. "Leaves" by Elsie N. Brady
How silently they tumble down And come to rest upon the ground To lay a
carpet, rich and rare, Beneath the trees without a care, Content to sleep, their
work well done, Colors gleaming in the sun.
At other times, they wildly fly Until they nearly reach the sky. Twisting, turning
through the air Till all the trees stand stark and bare. Exhausted, drop to earth
below To wait, like children, for the snow.

Ces poèmes capturent différents aspects de la nature et offrent une variété de

perspectives et de sentiments sur le sujet.