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Friday, April 24, 2009

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, steeling you for revelation. In the silence that follows a great line you can feel Lazarus deep inside even the laziest, most deathly afraid part of you, lift up his hands and walk toward the light.



David H. Whyte

3 comments:

  1. Bonjour XineAnn

    You may find this interesting, maybe even useful... then again you may have it already.
    It is Rydberg's Teutonic Mythology in three volumes, for free, at www.archive.org

    http://www.archive.org/details/teutonicmytholog027376mbp

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  2. I love this poem and wonder where you found it.

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  3. A really stunning picture and great quote. Keep it up and thanks for sharing!
    All the best
    Midnight Couture Girls

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