Mary Oliver is my favorite contemporary poet. Her eye, her voice - her aesthetic - combine to provide comfort for my soul. When she was recently at Seattle Arts & Lectures, I was sitting only about fifteen rows from this remarkable woman and decided, once again, that I want to grow up to be just like Mary Oliver. So a new book of poetry from the lady is great cause for celebration.
In
Red Bird, Oliver once again gives expression to her beloved natural world, to her newly reclaimed faith, to the grief she continues to feel at the loss of her partner, and to (of course) her dog, Percy.
In the midst of this crazy election season, what could be better than this? From "Swimming, One Day in August":
About tomorrow, who knows anything.
Except that it will be time, again
For the deepening and quieting of the spirit.
~Patti