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The Well of Grief, David H. Whyte

The Well of Grief Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief, turning down through its black water to the place we cannot breathe, will never know the source from which we drink, the … Continue reading

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Darkness, Lord Byron

I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air … Continue reading

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The Lightest Touch, David H. Whyte

THE LIGHTEST TOUCH Good poetry begins with the lightest touch, a breeze arriving from nowhere, a whispered healing arrival, a word in your ear, a settling into things, then, like a hand in the dark, it arrests the whole body, … Continue reading

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Rain, Peter Everwine

Rain Toward evening, as the light failed and the pear tree at my window darkened, I put down my book and stood at the open door, the first raindrops gusting in the eaves, a smell of wet clay in the … Continue reading

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Denise Levertov, Aware

Aware When I found the door I found the vine leaves speaking among themselves in abundant whispers. My presence made them hush their green breath, embarrassed, the way humans stand up, buttoning their jackets, acting as if they were leaving … Continue reading

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Denise Levertov, Talking to Grief

Talking to Grief Ah, Grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give … Continue reading

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Full-Length Portrait of the Moon, Alice Oswald

Full-Length Portrait of the Moon She could be any woman at all, caught off-guard on-guard. With her hands stroking or strangling and maybe with her intentions half-interred. But she is as she is. Her gaze is always filing away at … Continue reading

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