does anyone know the tittle of this poem? it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in this broken world
Mary Oliver has a way of shaking us out of our cultural blindness to the natural world around us and startling us into seeing what has always been there but ignored. Her poems at best are powerful in that they include, not just a platitude of nature, but teeth and claws, the hunger, death and aliveness. Asking, how does this apply to your life?
RIP. She certainly is one of the most important English language poets of the late 20th, early 21st century.
... ... ... but once, years ago, in some kind of rapturous mistake, the deer did not run away but walked toward me and touched my hands- and I have been, ever since, separated from my old, comfortable life .... .... ....
Her poem The Pinewoods could well be her communication to us from the other side.
Looking for a Mary Oliver poem about rainwater seeping into the earth and a stone feeling itself being touched
Looking for the poem in which the ocean states that it has work to do.
Looking for a poem that begins 'When death carts me off to the bottomlands'...Shirley
Looking for the poem that includes a fox curled up in a wheel bed, dead, when she finds it and she wonders what it saw/thought as it looked out after it had curled up and before it died. So poignant
looking for a poem that begins with the lines if only there were a boat, long and low and loaded with all that we'd brought.. possibly published in the New Yorker 14 years ago..
Looking for poem that begins with the line When death comes...
Mary Oliver is probably my favourite artist....her pieces are so thought provoking and meaningful. Some bring me to tears, they are so beautiful....
Mary Oliver is such an exceptional, unique poet and she inspires me to keep writing. She's absolutely right about poetry being a way of life I have a propensity to write and must keep going. Her work is so beautiful, direct, poignant, effortless and intelligent, I often wonder, why do I bother?
Mary Oliver's poetry is a god-send for me during Covid lockdown: she brings me back to earth in all its thereness beauty.