What are you thinking about? O, a tree....

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


  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


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

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