Saturday, August 4, 2012

I am really into poetry lately


The Well of Grief

Those who will not slip beneath
     the still surface on the well of grief

turning downward through its black water
     to the place we cannot breathe

will never know the source from which we drink,
     the secret water, cold and clear,

nor find in the darkness glimmering
     the small round coins
          thrown by those who wished for something else.

  -- David Whyte

2 comments:

wind said...

This poem struck me full force as the saddest most beautiful truth. Yes, perfectly Yes.

Angelina Lloyd said...

I love David Whyte. If you haven't discovered him...DO. His spoken poetry is wonderful.