Sunday, April 4, 2021

PoetryBreak: Easter Morning in Wales

 

Wales (M.A.Reilly, May, 2014)


EASTER MORNING IN WALES 

              — by David Whyte


A garden inside me, unknown, secret,

neglected for years,

the layers of its soil deep and thick,

trees in the corners with branching arms

and the tangled briars like broken nets.


Sunrise through the misted orchard,

morning sun turns silver on the pointed twigs,

I have woken from the sleep of ages and I am not sure

if I am really seeing, or dreaming,

or simply astonished

walking towards sunrise

to have stumbled into the garden

where the stone was rolled from the tomb of longing.



EASTER MORNING IN WALES

From RIVER FLOW: New and Selected Poems

© David Whyte and Many Rivers PressFrom ‘Time Left Alone’ 

In ‘River Flow: New and Selected Poems’

© David Whyte and Many Rivers Press

https://davidwhyte.com/collections/books-cards-and-audio/products/river-flow-new-selected-poems

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