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Mary Oliver has been one of my favorite poets to follow online for so long- I’m so grateful I was able to pick a copy of this up at the libary. Short and sweet, I plan on analyzing- over & over- all of my favorite works in here before it’s returned to the library. I cannot wait to read more of her published collections in books 🖤
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I did not connect as soundly with this book as I thought I might. But that's alright. I think poetry is not something to force.
I think of poetry as I do the old paintings hanging in museums. Sometimes I find a piece that feels like I've been waiting my whole life to find it. And lots of times I find pieces that I don't feel much of any way about at all. I try to just let it be what it is, and not worry too much about whether this piece or that piece should mean a certain thing to me. I just try to show up for the painting, and the poem, and see what happens.
Some of the poems in this book I didn't spend much time on. Some of them became new favorites, like Green, Green Is My Sister's House and Poem of the One World. Much of this book is centered around the earth, and our connections and interactions with it. Lots of beautiful bird imagery. Mary Oliver invites you to pay attention, to feel wonder, to be surprised. That's one of my favorite things about poetry, actually, it's always surprising me.
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A Thousand Mornings: Poems
Mary Oliver
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My orange girl cat rescued from the city streets is in her elder years and has been declining, so we have been spending a lot of time with our wonderful veterinarian. In this chapter, when he shared the stat that vets are more likely to die by suicide than the general population, I really felt that hit me hard.
It’s not that it doesn’t make sense - it does, and it did intuitively even before he elucidated some of the key factors at play here.
It is just… yet another group of people in our society who are forgotten, overlooked, and are not receiving the support they need while taking care of our (or at least my childless) most precious babies. And it seems like every day I learn of some new statistic that makes me worry for another group of people - at what point do we not realize it is all of us non-billionaires who are being left out to dry, who are forgotten and neglected, and overworked and overburdened?
Anyway, all that to say, if you have the chance, be kind to a vet today.
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One of my favorite poems so far in this collection is from Poem of the One World, where Oliver reminds us with gorgeous imagery, that you, and I, and the beautiful white heron all belong to the same world, "where everything sooner or later is a part of everything else."
It's something I've been thinking about a lot lately. To me, this reminder of there being one world is both a comfort and a call to action.
I have a place in this world. I belong to something. I stand on ground that has been passed over by thousands of feet, and paws, and shadows. This earth feeds me, the trees give their shade, a stranger says "here, have my seat." I am here with you, and the mountains, and the deer that is just trying to make it to the other side of the road.
And now, in that belonging, do I not have some responsibility to the trees I rest under? Do I not have something to say for the stranger, who walks these same roads, hears the same news, loves someone? If I am connected in some way to all people, and to the trees, and the earth, then surely there is some good work for me to do here. I often stop (or never start) the work because I am afraid, or I don't know what to do, but I never want to abandon it altogether. I want to keep reminding myself to do the good work. This poem helps. I love Mary Oliver.
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