“Reading poetry is an adventure in renewal, a creative act, a perpetual beginning, a rebirth of wonder.”
(Edward Hirsh)

in celebration of

MARY OLIVER (1935-2019)

 

If you are holding this book 

by Mary Oliver (Dog Songs; 2013 Penguin)

You may not agree, you may not care, but
if you are holding this book you should know
that of all the sights I love in this world –
and there are plenty – very near the top of
the list is this one: dogs without leashes.

Mary Oliver made poetry accessible for me, both reading and writing it.

Her craft guidebook, A Poetry Handbook (1994, Ecco), was a humbling introduction into the hard work any craft requires.

Whether you are an Olympian, a musician, a novelist, a chef – to pursue a vocation is to learn, practice, and ply your craft. Hours, days, years; discipline, desire, commitment.

I love Oliver’s poetry because I don’t have to puzzle through layers of meaning to get at the heart of the poem. She writes simply, clearly, with spare yet vivid imagery. Her poems invite me into a specific moment. And I want to linger.

Here is a wonderful interview of Oliver with Krista Tippett of OnBeing.

“Wild Geese” and “The Summer Day” may be her most well-known poems. But it was her poems written in celebration of dogs, and the bonds we form with them, that introduced me to her work.

Dog Songs was a gift from my mom after my first dog died.

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