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In today's book passage, let's honor the passing of Mary Oliver, a poet of the greatest sensibility and imagination who saw the natural world as a song, a wonder, an enigma awaiting to be re-discovered by our attentive eye. 
This wonderful meditation comes from Mary Oliver's book of prose & poems: "Winter Hours" [1999] [1]
The Word of a Poet
Do poet's words die
or just left unspoken
until spoken again
in resurrected silence.
Do poet's words die
or just left unspoken
until spoken again
in resurrected silence.
Newtown, Connecticut, October 17, 1959 photograph by André Kertész from the book "On Reading" [1]
Going through my old poems, found this one titled 'River' from November 19, 2004. It reminds me of the poet Mary Oliver, and the new journey she embarked on today.
The Word of a Poet #2
The words of poets
are impressions seized
from a rapture of senses
before descending
into a sourceless silence.
The words of poets
are impressions seized
from a rapture of senses
before descending
into a sourceless silence.
Lotus ca. 1930 - X-ray photograph by Dr. Dain L. Tasker [1]
This is Mary Oliver's intro to her poem 'The Swan' where she writes down her "rules" on writing poetry and what she sought to evoke from the "pictures of the world."
This is Mary Oliver's poem 'The Swan' from the book Winter Hours [1999].
Here the poet's questioning eye sees more than the natural world with all its wondrous details by evoking an imaginative map of the transcendence.
Here the poet's questioning eye sees more than the natural world with all its wondrous details by evoking an imaginative map of the transcendence.
Listen to this wonderfully insightful conversation with Mary Oliver- via @onbeing
Mary Oliver — Listening to the World onbeing.org/programs/mary-… onbeing.org/programs/mary-…
Mary Oliver — Listening to the World onbeing.org/programs/mary-… onbeing.org/programs/mary-…
Finishing this thread with Mary Oliver's many-winged words...
