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Sometimes everything has to be inscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that first, bright and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart.
Sometimes with the bones of the black sticks left when the fire has gone out someone has written something new in the ashes of your life. When Whyte arrives, poetry in hand, the gift he brings is as precious as the most exquisite mother-of-pearl box.
And long after its bearer has taken leave, the poetry stays. One David Whyte poem that is new to me is Farewell Letter , about a letter he imagined his mother might have written to him after her death.
In our interview , Whyte talks about the interrupted dream that gave rise to the poem. I know it lifted my own heart beyond measure. Please visit and contribute your own. This episode is dedicated to the late poet and editor non pareil , David Corcoran. We miss you, David. Skip to content.
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