“No One Told Me”

“No One Told Me”


 
No one told me it would lead to this. No one said there would be secrets I would not want to know. No one told me about seeing, seeing brought me loss and a darkness I could not hold. No one told me about writing or speaking. Speaking and writing poetry I unsheathed the sharp edge of experience that led me here. No one told me it could not be put away. I was told once, only, in a whisper, “The blade is so sharp— It cuts things together —not apart.” This is no comfort. My future is full of blood, from being blindfold, hands outstretched, feeling a way along its firm edge.

This poem is excerpted with permission from David Whyte’s collection of poetry, River Flow: New & Selected Poems. For more poetry, visit our Poetry Radio Project.

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is an Associate Fellow at Saïd Business School at the University of Oxford. His books include The Heart Aroused: Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America, River Flow: New & Selected Poems, and Consolations: The Solace, Nourishment, and Underlying Meaning of Everyday Words.

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