Tag Archives: David Whyte

The Vigil

The Vigil   I am the promise you have broken I am the vow you have never spoken I am the one true story you cannot revoke And as you sing your silence to the silence that will follow I … Continue reading

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Night’s Dominion

Night’s Dominion   The sky turns hazel over the desert Insulting the day with green bruises The rocks are pink above gray And a single hawk cruises overhead Watching the sun sink As if it had over stayed its welcome … Continue reading

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All Assembled

All Assembled   The towers rise where the horizon begins Giant, mute, silver-haired twins Cut of the same shape Throwing sharp blue into a gray landscape   Yesterday you told me about a faun Playing with the crows Chasing them … Continue reading

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Tiny

Tiny   Your skin took the sun And kept it Warm as the air Before a summer storm   Your hair held the deep shining Night   Your eyes Full of thoughts To carry usthrough And into surprise   Your … Continue reading

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Walking the Earth

Walking The Earth   The long-necked, metal beast Stands Harrowing 95th Street Where it feeds on whatever it finds In its deep, black hole Centuries stir and are regurgitated In the dirt bowl Where a building once was And will … Continue reading

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Old Boxes

Old Boxes   I found an empty box of Good & Plenty In a Fancy-Dan carton Of oddnesses kept For some reason long forgotten In a place we had overslept And for people We have long since swept or wept … Continue reading

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Air Guitar

Air Guitar   The dry season began To cough fire up the coast The heavens opened And dropped a smoke ghost I saw Walking up the highway   You once survived a tornado In a doughnut shop Watching the sky … Continue reading

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