“What is called in her rises from the ground and is found in her body, what she is given is secret even from her.” —David Whyte
In 1884, a young peasant woman harvesting grain somewhere in the province of Artois, France, paused along a dirt path and looked up suddenly, captivated by the song of a lark. In his poem, “The Song of the Lark,” David Whyte describes the moment: “The song begins and the eyes are lifted / but the sickle points toward the ground / its downward curve forgotten in the song she hears . . . the mouth opens / and her bare feet on the earth have stopped.”
About the Blog
These are the personal reflections of Jay Valusek on the process of Lectio Poetica, on nature, on poetry in general, and on some of words or phrases from poems we have used in our local gatherings.