In Honor Of Two Great Farmer Poets
Vestland’s Olav H Hauge
Kentucky’s Wendell Berry
Brother’s Of The Deep Soil And Of The Poetic Soul
No-one has marked out the road
you are to take
out in the unknown
out in the blue.
This is your road.
will take it.
And there’s no
And you haven’t marked your road
And the wind smoothes out your tracks
on desolate hills.
-Olav H. Hauge
Translated by Robin Fulton
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
To the wildness and the unknown,
L z s W t r