The title of David Whyte's fifth volume of poetry is an apt description of its contents. Everything, he points out, is indeed waiting for us, including our own demise and the demise of those we love. In less eloquent hands, this wisdom might feel burdensome, but in Whyte's language and imagery, these poems convey the beauty inherent in impermanence. Its second chapter, Thresholds, charts the experience of death of a loved one, and Friends, Marriage, Chances and Returns celebrate and explore the relationships, including the relationship with ourself, that accompany us along the journey, for however short or long we're given.
Poet David Whyte grew up with a strong, imaginative influence from his Irish mother among the hills and valleys of his father’s Yorkshire. He now makes his home in the Pacific Northwest of the United States.
The author of seven books of poetry and three books of prose, David Whyte holds a degree in Marine Zoology and has traveled extensively, including living and working as a naturalist guide in the Galapagos Islands and leading anthropological and natural history expeditions in the Andes, Amazon and Himalaya. He brings this wealth of experience to his poetry, lectures and workshops.
His life as a poet has created a readership and listenership in three normally mutually exclusive areas: the literate world of readings that most poets inhabit, the psychological and theological worlds of philosophical enquiry and the world of vocation, work and organizational leadership.
An Associate Fellow at Said Business School at the University of Oxford, he is one of the few poets to take his perspectives on creativity into the field of organizational development, where he works with many European, American and international companies. In spring of 2008 he was awarded an honorary doctorate from Neumann College, Pennsylvania.
In organizational settings, using poetry and thoughtful commentary, he illustrates how we can foster qualities of courage and engagement; qualities needed if we are to respond to today’s call for increased creativity and adaptability in the workplace. He brings a unique and important contribution to our understanding of the nature of individual and organizational change, particularly through his unique perspectives on Conversational Leadership.
A beautiful book of poetry. David Whyte has the unique ability to capture the "otherness" and magnitude of the spiritual realm through understated language and contemplative observances of nature and the wilderness. It seemed fitting to read his work while sitting outside in the woods on a beautiful autumn afternoon.
Finally got around to reading one of Mr. Whyte's books of poetry and found that I had obviously put off doing so for far too long! Thoroughly enjoyed from cover to cover and I already have two more in hand to continue this journey with such a gifted poet.
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 your 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.
"Memory convinces me you are as alive now as you were then, me on this side, you on the other, the fire now burning between us the one that separates my life from your death."
I’ve been hoping to read this collection ever since being introduced to David Whyte’s work by an audio reading of this collection’s titular poem. I found this book yesterday wandering in a thrift store, after just having told my friend I wait for the books to speak to me, to allure me with a sense of destiny. I knew it was the right time to read this book. Devoured it in a single afternoon. Very beautiful how Whyte never abandons the sense of Paradise’s eminence, or the sense that change is occurring, or life is filling out in us. This collection addresses the act of creation, the death of Whyte’s mother, interpersonal relationships, and returns to the embodied world. The accounts of his mother’s passing were some of my favorite poems on grief I’ve read in recent days (and their relevance to me in this solemn and uncertain week is what I will cherish most from this collection). While I loved many of these poems, Whyte’s style can be too muddy, too wordy, and overdrawn. But when it’s right, it’s very right.
Standouts: 1. Everything Is Waiting for You 2. Thresholds 3. Forgive 4. The Lightest Touch 5. September 2001 6. When the Wind Flows 7. Thicket
David Whyte's poetry feels like a conversation with a good friend. Not too bound to form, Whyte goes through grief in this collection at times poignantly, at times conversationally. Grief for friends, for family, and for life itself changing forms on us. Poetry of this kind is the best antidote for a busy 'modern' life, reminding us that we are living creatures, limited yet inherently beautiful. Read it out loud, remember your own loved ones in their place, and when you finish a poem, go to a loved one, and remark on the beauty within their smile, cherishing them more deeply. This is what it does for me, at least.
As I slowly worked my way through this little tome, I sensed that I was not plumbing its depths, but only skimming the surface. A busy life precludes some endeavors. But, the thoughts that sprang to mind as I read Whyte's poetry were: gentle, soothing, salubrious. And I know I can return one day and try to soak it all in again. Well done.
A friend recommended this poet, who is Irish but lives nearby on Whidbey Island. I can never read a whole book of poems for some reason, but I loved the ones I did read and want to read more.
Beautiful. This collection of poems is one that I will read over and over again throughout the years. I absolutely love the way David delivers his poems.
Poetry is kind of difficult to review. Some poetry speaks very powerfully to one person but leaves another person cold. I would say this was the case for me with these poems by David Whyte. Maybe I had too high expectations, or maybe I am somewhat spoiled having read a lot of R.S. Thomas' poetry last year. But the majority of these poems just didn't really do it for me. Even though most poems didn't captivate me, there are two at the end of the book, the 'Sligo Glen' poems ('Walking Into Silence' and 'Walking Out Of Silence'), which are hauntingly beautiful and which I will surely return to again and again. Here an excerpt form the latter:
The frontier between silence and speech exactly the line you must cross to give yourself while saving yourself,
the gleam in your heart and your eye, another sun rising, the old memories alive after a long night of absence and the world again suddenly worth risking, worth seeing, worth innocence, worth everything.
LOOKING My mother is a young girl again standing at the edge of a field near The Milepost ready to leave.
Across the field invisibly, we stand together, together and each alone, waiting for her to see us, her sons, her daughter, her husband.
We raise our hands to catch her sight but she cannot see us, she is too young for us yet, she only sees the sky and the green fields beneath, the way young eyes do and she looks at the road, leading away towards us and feels on her skin the clear breath of sunlight.
She is made for the world in her own way she is life about to make life she is a youth about to blossom out of a particular tragedy into her own kind of triumph.
She is herself but she is all of our past and all or our future too she is looking and waiting as we wait, for everything to come true.
I heard David Whyte interviewed on the Krista Tippet podcast On Being. He seemed like a wise person and I loved the gentle touch / deep truth feel of the poems. I especially loved the first section of the book ‘Creations’ and the poem ‘sometimes’ and the title poem. Like all poetry I need to return to this book and spent time with the words but at this point it’s a four star moving towards a five.
This is the 5th volume of poetry from an author who lives in the Pacific Northwest. His poems are beautiful and deal with life and with death, connecting the humans to the natural world. I have read his other books and am glad to have absorbed the words and ideas about our demise and of those we love that are part of this book.
The first poetry I have read by David Whyte. Lyrical and fearless, it was written in response to his mother’s death. Some of the poems are longer than I seem to be able to manage, but there’s no doubt they are written by a poet with a keen eye and depth of understanding, and also a clarity, that is remarkable. It left me wanting to read more of his poetry.
“Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the conversation. The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and seen the good in you at last. All the birds and creatures of the world are unutterably themselves. Everything is waiting for you.”
Beautiful! I recommend full- heartedly. The poems that really, truly struck me collect towards the end of the book. I was especially moved by “Sligo Glen: Walking Into Silence” and “Sligo Glen: Walking Out of Silence.”
“Poetry is language against which you have no defenses.” - DW
Few times have I clearly seen the link between the quality of my thoughts/emotions and a given author or a series of works, this is one of them. David Whyte´s writing and voice are a gift to this world.
First time reading through an entire volume of Whyte's poetry. Wonderful. Favorites (for now): Mariner, When the Wind Flows, The Bellringer, September 2001.
I've heard so much about this poet and even encountered a piece here and there that I liked well enough. This book has its moments but, ultimately, didn't do it for me, and I'm disappointed in that.
One of my favorite writers, this small collection of poems were soul soothing. Consolations and Whyte’s prose are still my favorite of his collections but this was quite lovely too.