A Year in a Dewdrop – What We Loved to Read This Year

2021 might not have been the year we had hoped it would be, and for so many it has been a hard test of loss in so many ways. In the midst of all of that, I’m looking back on a year of poems, interviews and book excerpts to see what it was that was most resonating with readers. I’m happy to see three tremendous interviews with Liz Tichenor, Guo Gu and Norman Fischer that covered the scope of grief, survival, growth and illumination, featured so highly on The Dewdrop’s reading list.

Likewise the beautiful, hopeful poetry of Pablo Neruda, the ancient Japanese poet Issa, Gary Snyder, John O’Donohue, William Stafford, Billy Collins, Erin Pickersgill, M. Christine Benner Dixon and Matthew Kohut. Among my personal favorites have been the excerpts from the wise and profound writings of women like Louise Gluck, Virginia Woolf, Annie Dillard, Caite Mc Neil and Clarissa Pinkola Estés, whose essays and stories are the stuff of timeless inspiration.

I am grateful for all these words and images that have come to The Dewdrop this year, as well as to the wonderful and burgeoning readership who continue to support this project. A happy new year to you all!


Pablo Neruda

Pablo Neruda – The Sea

Pablo Neruda wonders at the draw that pulls us in to the unknown, shifting ablutions that are the action of the sea and of water.

Kobayashi Issa

Issa – This Dewdrop World

Written shortly after the death of his daughter, Issa’s haiku touches deeply on the heart of the human condition.

Gary Snyder

Gary Snyder – For the Children

Gary Snyder’s poem on the healing and enlightenment we need to find as a race in order to once again locate ourselves in earth’s valleys and pastures.

Billy Collins

Billy Collins – The Dead

Billy Collins runs with the folkloric notion that the dead are watching us and pushes the image all the way to a reverie of the departed ‘rowing themselves slowly through eternity’ in glass-bottomed boats.

The River Cabin

BY CAITE MCNEIL
Making the decision to move back to Maine wasn’t easy for a mother who wanted her daughter to love her home as much as she does.

William Stafford

William Stafford’s Last Poem

Written in the morning of the day he died, William Stafford’s last poem rattles with augury gilded by a sense of acceptance.

Philip Larkin – The Mower

Philip Larkin’s simple and heartbreaking poem about how to take care of each other and look out for one another.