Poetry - English

Selection of Poems by David Whyte

 

Revelation Must Be Terrible

The Lightest Touch

The Opening of Eyes

Working Together

Self Portrait

Loaves and Fishes

Mameen

Arrivals

The Seven Streams

Faith

Everything is Waiting for You

Autumn at Blenheim

This Poem Belongs to You

Finisterre

Santiago

Second Sight

PILGRIM

I bow to the lark
and its tiny
lifted silhouette
fluttering
before infinity.
I promise myself
to the mountain
and to the foundation
from which
my future comes.
I make my vow
to the stream
flowing beneath,
and to the water
falling
toward all thirst,
and
I pledge myself
to the sea
to which it goes
and to the mercy
of my disappearance,
and though I may be
left alone
or abandoned by
the unyielding present
or orphaned in some far
unspoken place,
i will speak
with a voice
of loyalty
and faith
to the far shore
where everything
turns to arrival,
if only in the sound
of falling waves
and I will listen
with sincere
and attentive eyes and ears
for a final invitation,
so that I can
be that note half-heard
in the flying lark song,
or that tint
on a far mountain
brushed with the subtle
grey of dawn,
even a river gone by
still looking
as if it hasn't,
or an ocean heard only
as the sound of waves
falling and falling,
and falling,
my eyes closing
with them
into some
undeserved nothing
even as they
give up their
strength
on the sand.

             - David Whyte
               from Pilgrim
              ©2012 Many Rivers Press


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