you are welcome. i do too. do you have a favorite, i mean, one that stirs your soul? i have this poem along with two others in a single word file, because they evoke a similar feeling of longing and wistfullness. here are the other two:
(p.s. david whyte is a modern poet, can you believe that? he sounds like he's one of the "vintage" masters )
The Garden of Love
I went to the Garden of Love
And saw what I had never seen:
A chapel was built in the midst
where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this chapel were shut,
And "Thou shalt not" writ over the door;
So I turned to this Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore. And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tomb-stones where flowers should be,
And priests in black gowns were walking their
rounds
and binding with briars my joys and desires.
--William Blake
***
Easter Morning in Wales
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 toward sunrise
to have stumbled into the garden
where the stone was rolled from the tomb of longing.
--David Whyte
