This is lovely. A beautiful love letter to life and nature. Poignant and uplifting.
#ReadHarder challenge 11: a collection of poetry published since 2014
(look at the pretty cover. I know you shouldn't judge them but still.)
In the poem Storage, Mary Oliver writes about her freedom in emptying a storage closet.
I feel seen.
This was my poetry pick for April, and I devoured it in two sittings. I then returned to it to mull over my favorites during the rest of the month. Mary Oliver‘s poetry is always beautiful and reflective for me—making me slow down, challenging me to attentiveness and wonder. This collection was no exception—a gorgeous (if brief) selection of poems on happiness and love.
There are moments that cry out to be fulfilled.
Like, telling someone you love them.
Or giving your money away, all of it.
Your heart is beating, isn‘t it?
You‘re not in chains, are you?
There is nothing more pathetic than caution
when headlong might save a life,
even, possibly, your own.
Do you bow your head when you pray or do you look up into that blue space?
Take your choice, prayers fly from all directions.
And don‘t worry about what language you use,
God no doubt understands them all.
Even when the swans are flying north and making
such a ruckus of noise, God is surely listening & understanding.
Rumi said, There is no proof of the soul.
But isn‘t the return of spring and how it
springs up in our hearts a pretty good hint?
"August of another summer, and once again
I am drinking the sun
and the lilies are spread across the water.
I know what they want is to touch each other."
None of these really moved me, although there were some nice moments here and there, like the lines above from "The Pond." I don't think that any of these poems will stay with me.
I really enjoyed this book. It‘s a very quick read, as much of the book has type on only one side of the page, with the reverse being blank. It‘s divided into two main sections. The second section is a grouping of simple and sweet love poems. They really made me smile. 4/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️!! #poetry
Everyone now and again wonders about
those questions that have no ready
answers: first cause, God's existence,
what happens when the curtain goes
down & nothing stops it, not kissing,
not going to the mall, not the Super Bowl.
"Wild roses," I said to them one morning.
"Do you have the answers? And if you do,
would you tell me?"
The roses laughed softly. "Forgive us,"
they said. "But as you can see, we are
just now entirely busy being roses."
1. Books. Especially anything from the Babysitter‘s Club series. I also collected porcelain dolls...until that fateful night when they became utterly terrifying to me (dun, dun, dun!😱🔪)
2. I don‘t gift books often. I think the one I‘ve given most (like, twice 😂) is “Felicity” by Mary Oliver.
3. In my 30s but younger than 35 (Happy birthday, @jesshowbooks 🎉!)
4. It‘s just under 50 miles from my current city to my hometown.
5. On it. 🙌🏻🎁
I LOVE MARY OLIVER! Thank you @Cca0601 for pulling me this way in the bookstore. I look forward to many a morning's reread of these poems. Also, isn't it something happy to hold a slim volume of poetry and know you're about to read it? I love how it feels in the hands.
This was a reread. My mother-in-law recently let me borrow a book of poetry ("Milk & Honey" by Rupi Kaur); she'd dog-eared her favorite poems. I thought it'd be fun to give her another book of poems with my favorites dog-eared when I return it. I chose "Felicity." I love Mary Oliver. Such grace, peace & wonder. My favorites in this collection are "Roses", "This Little Beast", "Except for the Body" & "Nothing is Too Small Not to Be Wondered About."
I'm trying to read more poetry ('tis the season). I asked a group of librarians for suggestions and their answers have been rather academic (perhaps I shouldn't be surprised). So, I'm trying another source. Help a sister out?
Some details: my favorite poet is Mary Oliver. I'm already on the waiting list for both "Milk & Honey" by Rupi Kaur and "Salt" by Nayyirah Waheed.
Giggle with me Littens! I usually buy myself a book I know I'll like during the year, save it for Christmas, and wrap it to open it on Christmas morning when my kids open their books. But this year at different times, I apparently bought myself the same book twice!
Drowsy morning Mary Oliver feels like a good and much-needed stretching session. She instills such a sense of gratitude. Rain falling through the fire escape, a break in the August heat, everything passes through the prism of her poetry and emerges a reason for celebration! #poetryeverydamnday
"Try to find the right place for yourself. If you can't find it, at least dream of it."
My reading (& general life) time has been consumed by work, stress, trips, anxiety, & other demands lately. I'd been subconsciously saving this one for the right time and damn--am I glad that I did. Soul food.?