Mary Oliver’s divine whisper  ~ it is no small gift.

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Today
by Mary Oliver

Today I’m flying low and I’m
not saying a word.
I’m letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,
the bees in the garden rumbling a little,
the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.
And so forth.

But I’m taking the day off.
Quiet as a feather.
I hardly move though really I’m traveling
a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors
into the temple.

… from A Thousand Mornings. © The Penguin Press, 2012.

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Here’s an interview with Mary Oliver, my favorite poet.

Who’s yours?

Toni 4/27/14

11 thoughts on “POEM FOR A SUNDAY

  1. I love Mary Oliver’s poetry. I always go away with a sense of peace and deep understanding. I had of listening to her read when I was in college and I’ve been a fan of her work ever since. She is a poetic guru.

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          1. I know there were multiple suicide attempts and manic/ depressive episodes. She was under the ‘care’ of therapist who used heavy drugs~ it’s a wonder she could take care of her self, let alone her children, speak in public…and write poetry. It takes all my energy to get to the coffee in the morning. 🙂

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            1. She showed up and she read. Probably a huge effort. I remember her with a glass of wine, but I am no longer sure whether that is an accurate memory or enhanced by the years gone by. But I do feel privileged to have been there.

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  2. It’s the message I’m riveted on here. When I have a day where I carry just a thin briefcase of ambition (WHO said this before me? I know it’s someone literary.) I think “it’s ‘Today’ all over again!” and smile with the free rein Mary Oliver’s poem gives me. Thanks for posting this, Toni.
    Patty
    PS Donald Hall may be my favorite. I love his process too: back and forth twixt poetry and prose, revising the one by putting it into a poem and back again, and vice versa.

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  3. I’ve never been to the Midwest, but Kooser makes me wish that I had. The world of Nebraska or Iowa has a different feel than ours. Kooser brings me there and makes me feel it. Read his poems and I am sure that you will feel it, too. Thanks for your post, Toni.

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