Tag Archives: David Whyte

City Lights Bookstore

The word trembles The word is trembling And we are trembling With it Shivering With the motion We hardly feel it Anymore We cover ourselves Hoping to conceal The strange fear That walks with us Here   Where else Could … Continue reading

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To Capture the Sun

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Binge-Watch

Never keep your message taped In a place you thought you could encrypt Nothing in the universe can erase The strange archaic script Where you are kissing the guru Where you are doing what you do In the movie version … Continue reading

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The Threat of Song

What words form this lexicon Where you were here but You are gone   The threat of song The spoken cry The voice that fails itself As the feeling swells to rise Dying alive In the throat   And so … Continue reading

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Diving Once

  Down to the bottom of the lake Searching now For something that will take you All the way All the way down   Hold your breath The last one you will take Leaving the surface You break through The … Continue reading

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Aftermath

  To escape your fear Did you marry it Put your dreams in a basket So you could carry it through the forest   Did you think you would Make it through the woods Did you think your hood Would … Continue reading

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As If I Were a Flower

  As if I were a flower In the garden of a convent Growing So slowly   Who watches from the window Of this vacancy Who moves by me To the old stone seat   As if I were a … Continue reading

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