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Sunday, September 13, 2026
A Writer's Moment: 'Words like music'
Saturday, September 12, 2026
'Words like music'
“I
consider myself kind of a reporter - one who uses words that are more like
music and that have a choreography. I never think of myself as a poet; I just
get up and write.” — Mary
Oliver
Earlier
this week I posted about Oliver - born on Sept. 10, 1935 in Ohio - and the impact she had on poetry and writing in
general. For Saturday’s Poem, here is Oliver’s,
A Dream of
Trees
There
is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
A quiet house, some green and modest acres
A little way from every troubling town,
A little way from factories, schools, laments.
I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
With only streams and birds for company,
To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.
And then it came to me, that so was death,
A little way away from everywhere.
There is a thing in me still dreams of trees.
But let it go. Homesick for moderation,
Half the world's artists shrink or fall away.
If any find solution, let him tell it.
Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation
Where, as the times implore our true involvement,
The blades of every crisis point the way.
I would it were not so, but so it is.
Who ever made music of a mild day?
Friday, September 11, 2026
A Writer's Moment: 'Incredibly important images for kids'
'Incredibly important images for kids'
"The illustrations in picture books are the first paintings most children see, and because of that, they are incredibly important. What we see and share at that age stays with us for life." – Anthony Browne
Born in Sheffield,
England on this date in 1946, Browne said he started drawing and writing when
he was 5 and “never really stopped.” With more than 50 books to his
credit – headed by the multiple award-winning Gorilla – he is
perhaps the preeminent member of the genre today. He’s twice won the
Kate Greenaway Medal (for his illustrations) and the Hans Christian Andersen
Award, the highest international honor that can be bestowed on creators of
children's books.
His first
book Through the Magic Mirror and another of his award-winners A Walk
in the Park remain worldwide favorites, especially with his works
translated into more than two dozen languages.
His most recent book is Our Girl.
While he
enjoyed art as a boy and used to draw with his father, Browne also was active
in sports, playing rugby, soccer and cricket. He said as a teenager
his goals were to be either a journalist, a cartoonist, or a boxer, but he
always gravitated back to writing and illustrating things for kids and he’s
glad he reaches a worldwide audience.
“I don’t like narrowing my readers down –
there’s not a particular age or gender or nationality,” he said. “I
suppose I’m aiming at the child I was. I never want to make a child worried or
afraid, and I don't think I do. My
pictures are born from the belief that children are far more capable and aware
of social complexities than we give them credit for.”
Thursday, September 10, 2026
A Writer's Moment: It's 'our duty as writers'
It's 'our duty as writers'
“I love
the line of Flaubert about observing things very intensely. I think our duty as
writers begins not with our own feelings, but with the powers of observing.” – Mary Oliver
Born in
Maple Heights, Ohio on this date in 1935, Oliver said people want poetry and that’s
why she started writing it, becoming one of the best ever in the
genre. “They need poetry. They get it. They don't want fancy work,”
she said.
Oliver won both the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize for her
poetic stylings, and The New York Times described her as
"far and away, [America's] best-selling poet.”
She began
writing poetry at age 14, and at 17 visited the home of Pulitzer
Prize-winning poet Edna St. Vincent Millay in upstate New York where she and
the poet's sister Norma became friends. Oliver "more or less lived there for the
next six or seven years, running around the 800 acres like a child, helping
Norma, or at least being company to her," and assisting with organizing
St. Vincent Millay's papers – another writing obsession.
Oliver's
poetry often turned to nature for its inspiration, describing the sense of
wonder it instilled in her. She wrote 33
books of poetry and 4 nonfiction books, the first No Voyage, and Other Poems
published in 1963 and the last Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary
Oliver in 2017. She died in 2019.
"When
it's over," she said, "I want to say: all my life I was a bride
married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my
arms."