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.
Even while this is probably my least favorite of his books of poetry, it still was breathtaking in parts and gives hints towards the insightful poet he becomes later in life. A worthwhile read.
The poetry of David Whyte is one of the most powerful I have ever read. It speaks directly to the soul, that hidden flame, that too often unheard voice... His words speak of something old, deep, something true and terrible in its beauty and fury. It's Nature in its raw and overwhelming presence.
There's not enough praise in me to convey how powerful and beautiful and beyond moving these poems are. A lot of adjectives; that's all I have. Adjectives and words: fire, belonging, body, earth, mountain, circle, voice, cry, word, soul, revelation, song...
What will you do and what will you say in the times when you are left alone to meet, like this, the quiet fury of the world?
"Self-Portrait" is a true god-tier poem (even the gods speak of it, you could say) so this could never be less than four stars. While that poem is by far the stand-out for me ––pretty inevitable given that it's one of my all-time favorites–– there was still a lot to like. Linked sort of abstractly by the image or metaphor of fire, the poems here work sort of like flames to create dynamic shapes and cast shadows that you can see different things in the longer you look. It's an incredibly evocative, soulful collection that brings Rainer Maria Rilke to mind, and even includes a translation by Whyte of one of his poems. There were some that I felt some distance from, usually because they felt more specific in what they were referencing or relating to. But even in those, there are some exquisitely written lines or shocks of reflective insight waiting to rise up and greet you.
Beyond "Self-Portrait," my other two favorites were "In the Beginning" and "Here in the Mountain," and I loved "Millennium," "The Sound of the Wild," and "The Husk of Your Voice" a lot too. Whyte uses the directness of second-person with startlingly impact that conveys a raw kind of intimacy that, coupled with the wisdom of his language, feels so demanding and deserving of your trust. Some of these could serve as a guide into contemplation of the mythic, the divine, or the innermost self (or all of the above).
This did not move me, nor strike a chord with my experience in life. For me, poetry is more of revelation of the inner spirit or the unusual observance of life. With the exception of the poem, "The Painter's Hand", this selection did not resonate. Maybe my expectation based on a recommendation was set too high. This one gets three stars.
These are nicely crafted poems. They kind of leave me cold though. Perhaps they are a tad overrefined, but they don’t seem to have much life in them for me. Maybe it’s just me.
I never know how to rate or review poetry collections because poetry is soooo subjective. I bought this book after listening to an interview with this author on a podcast and falling in love with his words. And I will say - while it's clear that he's immensely talented, the majority of these poems didn't do it for me. But the ones that did really struck something deep within me.
"The ocean of longing, the sea of your deeper want, the gravity well of your own desire,
the place you would fall becomes in falling the place you are held."
"What is inside wants to know itself fully before it is born."
"What will you do and what will you say in the times when you are left alone to meet, like this, the quiet fury of the world?"
"...find the body forgetting its own fear the instant it opened and placed those unassuming hands on life's enduring pain,
and the world for one moment closed its terrifying eyes in gratitude."
"But then we always knew heaven would be a desperate place. Everything you desired coming in one fearful moment to great you."