In this new collection of 52 poems, we see a master at the height of his powers, one who has allowed the “wildness” of existence to drive out arrogance. He is our witness on the “yearning shore,” reminding us that even when the world feels shrouded in “desperate folly,” we are not lost. He teaches us a way of communion that requires no chanting or spells—only “one simple yes” to the wonders that persist despite the darkness.
Don Hynes is more than a poet of our generation; he is a keeper of the “hidden stone,” the birthplace of beauty. He reminds us that even as the cultural landscape seems to “descend,” we have the “stars in flight” to guide us. He proves, through every carefully chosen word, that we are “children of the eternal,” and that even in the deepest frost of the soul, we are good.
I rest with autumn’s trees, settling into wet earth for the coming winter. Ancient of Days prepare my heart, God of the seas grant me grace. May Light reach through darkness, the Timeless heal neglected wounds, and Courage redeem fallen love, that the Innocent might live.
On silent feet the future creeps forward, hidden in the folds of the everyday, until one morning the old man you expected, with his wrinkled smile and burden of grief, arrives to greet you in the mirror.
Returned to the island, cold air and quiet tide relieve the dark night and morning’s weight. My eyes thrive on the sight of water, soul on the quiet broken only by gulls. The inner life of this lonely animal, resting in the comfort of the deep earth, welcomed back to
