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Saturday, September 11, 2021

'The Powers of Observing'

 “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 this date in 1935, 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 the age of 14, doing poetry that turn towards nature for inspiration and describing the sense of wonder it instills in her.   "When it's over," she says, "I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement.  I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms."  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?

 

 

 

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