Re: A new extropian greeting from the distinguished J.R. Molloy...

Spike Jones (spike66@ibm.net)
Tue, 23 Nov 1999 19:46:43 -0800

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Can anyone confirm if this is the poem Alda's character from ER recited? I went thru the Blake website and couldnt find a memetic match. ER fans?

"THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS"

                                       by Wendell Berry

                                     When despair grows in me
                            and I wake in the middle of 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.
> Spike Jones wrote:
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> > It was a most moving poem.  Alda's character is a senior doctor
> ...
> > In one particularly poignant interlude, the doctor recites flawlessly
> > a Blake poem he had memorized 3 decades before, yet cannot
> > recall where he parked that morning....

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Can anyone confirm if this is the poem Alda's character from ER recited?
I went thru the Blake website and couldnt find a memetic match.  ER fans?

 
"THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS"
                                       by Wendell Berry

                                     When despair grows in me
                            and I wake in the middle of 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.
 

Spike Jones wrote:

> It was a most moving poem.  Alda's character is a senior doctor
...
> In one particularly poignant interlude, the doctor recites flawlessly
> a Blake poem he had memorized 3 decades before, yet cannot
> recall where he parked that morning....

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