despair for the world develops in me
also, I wake in the night at any rate sound
in dread of what my life and my kids' lives might be,
I proceed to rests where the wood drake
rests in his excellence on the water, and the extraordinary heron bolsters.
I come into the tranquility of wild things
who don't impose their lives with thinking ahead
of sadness. I come into the nearness of still water.
Also, I feel above me the day-dazzle stars
holding up with their light. For a period
I rest in the beauty of the world, and am free.