a silver morning like any other...

Mary Oliver’s writing has always, at least to my mind and ear, defined a certain greatness that makes me jealous. And I love that about her work. I’m amazed every time I leaf through Blue Pastures, always finding a fresh look into a world that could be.

Each of us brings to the poem, to the moving pen, a world of echoes.

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…the poem is a temple—or a green field—a place to enter, and in which to feel

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The self is out of love with the ordinary; it is out of love with time. It has a hunger for eternity.

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Give me that dark moment I will carry it everywhere
like a mouthful of rain.

Blue Patures, Mary Oliver (Harcourt Brace, 1995)

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