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Re: Mary Oliver

Postby carm » Tue Jul 10, 2012 7:30 pm

Coming this Fall

A THOUSAND MORNINGS.

By means of her poetic voice, Mary Oliver will transport her audience to the marshland and coastline of her beloved home, Provincetown, Massachusetts as she speaks of the wonder of dawn, the grace of animals, and the transformative power of attention.

Whether studying the leaves of a tree or mourning her adored dog, Percy, she is, as always, ever patient in her observations and open to the teachings contained in the smallest of moments.

. . . . .

– from Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.

Meanwhile
the world goes on.
Meanwhile
the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.

Meanwhile
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Meanwhile
the world goes on.
Meanwhile


A Thousand Mornings

. . . . .

Looking forward to her new book of poetry (Publication Date: October 11, 2012)
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Re: Mary Oliver

Postby lonndubh » Thu Jul 12, 2012 2:32 am

carm wrote:Looking forward to her new book of poetry (Publication Date: October 11, 2012)
Me too Carm.I found a book of Mary's poems in a market lately and was delighted.
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Re: Mary Oliver

Postby carm » Thu Jul 12, 2012 10:09 pm

Lonndubh writes:
I found a book of Mary's poems in a market lately and was delighted.
The thought of finding a book of Mary’s poems, and of feeling delighted, lead me to “Her song has blended with my being and our spirits roll in peace” from the poem…

Sometimes

Sometimes
the world comes to me in shapes and colors
I do not understand,
moving me in circles inside my heart
until I am left feeling lost and separated from the gift of love
bathed in pure sadness.
It is then I run into the forest to rest, shed my weariness, and
listen to the "song of my breath."
Each spec of nature comes to me
bringing lost pieces of my soul
until at last; wings are formed around the last hint of
darkness inside of me
and it is carried away.
Her song has blended with my being
and our spirits roll in peace.

– Author Unknown

Which then took me back to words from Mary's poem Halleluiah…

And have you been trudging like that, sometimes
almost forgetting how wondrous the world is
and how miraculously kind some people can be?
And have you too decided that probably nothing important
is ever easy?
Not, say, for the first sixty years?

Hallelujah, I'm sixty now, and even a little more,
and some days I feel I have wings.

… and finally on to Larry Eigner’s poem

WHOLES

For a while a year is a long time

as things increase in their number

and walls break

familiarity comes

familiarity of life, which sinks

to a level of sorts, space

(empty except for

the rabbit-hat of things

Before crumbling, the walls streak

with some tangent of minutes

and life takes on a size.
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Re: Mary Oliver

Postby mat james » Fri Jul 13, 2012 4:59 am

"without light or guide
save that which burned in my heart" (Juan de la Cruz)

Great reading Carm; and all.
very refreshing.

Mat.
"Without light or guide, save that which burned in my heart." San Juan de la Cruz.
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Re: Mary Oliver

Postby micdaniela » Thu Jul 26, 2012 11:59 am

damn, this is what i call an interesting poetry. When you read first two rounds you want to read more. Nice :D
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Re: Mary Oliver

Postby carm » Wed Oct 10, 2012 5:32 am

Sometimes
the world comes

The world offers itself to your imagination

The world goes on
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A Thousand Mornings

. . . . .
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Re: Mary Oliver

Postby carm » Sun Oct 14, 2012 12:18 am

Meanwhile,

filled with things…

A Thousand Mornings.

. . . . .

http://www.amazon.com/A-Thousand-Mornin ... 1594204772

. . . . .
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Re: Mary Oliver

Postby carm » Mon Oct 15, 2012 6:32 pm

She stands by her door
every morning,
notebook and pen in hand

thinking and feeling in words…

. . . . .

http://www.npr.org/2012/10/14/162785079 ... ary-oliver

. . . . .
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Re: Mary Oliver

Postby Diane » Thu Oct 18, 2012 11:52 pm

Hi Carm, good to see you and your fabulous posts:-) You bring great tidings - a new book from Mary O. I have as good as ordered it. Thanks!
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Re: Mary Oliver

Postby lonndubh » Mon Oct 22, 2012 12:48 am

Diane wrote:Hi Carm, good to see you and your fabulous posts:-) You bring great tidings - a new book from Mary O. I have as good as ordered it. Thanks!
A sneak preview Diane

Poems from A Thousand Mornings

A THOUSAND MORNINGS

All night my heart makes its way
however it can over the rough ground
of uncertainties, but only until night
meets and then is overwhelmed by
morning, the light deepening, the
wind easing and just waiting, as I
too wait (and when have I ever been
disappointed?) for redbird to sing.

THE FIRST TIME PERCY CAME BACK

The first time Percy came back
he was not sailing on a cloud.
He was loping along the sand as though
he had come a great way.
"Percy," I cried out, and reached to him—
those white curls—
but he was unreachable. As music
is present yet you can't touch it.
"Yes, it's all different," he said.
"You're going to be very surprised."
But I wasn't thinking of that. I only
wanted to hold him. "Listen," he said,
"I miss that too.
And now you'll be telling stories
of my coming back
and they won't be false, and they won't be true,
but they'll be real."
And then, as he used to, he said, "Let's go!"
And we walked down the beach together.

IN OUR WOODS,
SOMETIMES A RARE MUSIC

Every spring
I hear the thrush singing
in the glowing woods
he is only passing through.
His voice is deep,
then he lifts it until it seems
to fall from the sky.
I am thrilled.
I am grateful.
Then, by the end of morning,
he's gone, nothing but silence
out of the tree
where he rested for a night.
And this I find acceptable.
Not enough is a poor life.
But too much is, well, too much.
Imagine Verdi or Mahler
every day, all day.
It would exhaust anyone.

From A Thousand Mornings by Mary Oliver. Copyright 2012 by Mary Oliver.
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Re: Mary Oliver

Postby carm » Tue Oct 23, 2012 9:34 pm

Hi Diane, thanks for your comment. Always nice to hear from you.

Below are a few lines from Mary's poem 'Poppies' that appears at the start of the Mary Oliver thread which you began in June 2006:

There isn't a place
in this world that doesn't

sooner or later drown
in the indigos of darkness,
but now, for a while,
the roughage

shines like a miracle
as it floats above everything …


But I also say this: that light
is an invitation
to happiness,
and that happiness,

when it's done right,
is a kind of holiness,
palpable and redemptive…


. . . . .

Taking what is, and seeing it as it is,
Pretending to no heroic stances or gestures,
Keeping it simple; being in love with light
And the marvelous things that light is able to do…

If I could say this to you so you saw,
And knew, and agreed that this was how it was…

I think we should be for one moment happy
In the great reckoning of those little rooms
Where the weight of life has been lifted and made light…


– from ‘Vermeer’ by Howard Nemerov

. . . . .

by
morning, the light deepening, the
wind easing and just waiting…

nothing but silence


– from 'A Thousand Mornings' and 'In Our Woods, Sometimes A Rare Music' by Mary Oliver as previously posted by Lonndubh

. . . . .

something like bringing the entire life
to this moment
the small waves bringing themselves to white paper
something like light stands up and is alive…


– from 'Poem White Page White Page Poem' by Muriel Rukeyser

. . . . .

light
is an invitation
to happiness,
and that happiness,

when it's done right,
is a kind of holiness,
palpable and redemptive…


from 'Poppies' by Mary Oliver

. . . . .

A note waterfalls steadily
through us,
just below hearing.

The rest-note,
unwritten,
hinged between worlds,
that precedes change and allows it.


from 'The Door' by Jane Hirshfield

. . . . .

What else to say?––
We end in joy


from 'The Moment' by Theodore Roethke

. . . . .

I am thrilled.
I am grateful.


by
morning, the light deepening…


from 'In Our Woods, Sometimes A Rare Music' and "A Thousand Mornings' by Mary Oliver

. . . . .
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Re: Mary Oliver

Postby mat james » Wed Oct 24, 2012 1:30 am

"light
is an invitation
to happiness, "

Ha, How true !

I am going to add that to my forum "signature" for awhile.
(And I just noticed that it meshes with my first signature so perfectly)...see my signature(s) below.
Really, that little line is a poem in itself.


Light
is an invitation
to happiness.

It reminds me of the clarity of "The red barrow"....

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens

- William Carlos Williams, 1923

...and yes,

Light
is an invitation
to happiness.

...right there in the moment, eh? ;-)

Thanks Carm, wonderful moments/poetry.

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Re: Mary Oliver

Postby carm » Wed Oct 24, 2012 2:28 am

Hi Mat, thanks for your comments. Great to hear from you.

. . . . .

In these split seconds of time

the eyes, the heart
draw it out,
to remember it –

light.

How appropriate
its usefulness.

Of which so much
depends upon.

. . . . .

:razz:
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Re: Mary Oliver

Postby Diane » Wed Oct 24, 2012 11:20 am

Light
is an invitation
to happiness.
yes! what a marvellous line. I am stealing it,too.

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