Mary Oliver

A Poem On Hearing That Mary Oliver Has Passed

I am full of sadnessbut I don’t mourn for herShe is the one who taught meabout the giftof both life and death. She was to methe way a kindly grandmotherfeeds youand cheers youand bequeaths to youan idea–what it should mean to growoldand be happy and blessedand troubled. She taught me how to grieveand loseand be graceful. She taught me how to be beautiful when I am sad. She taught me that I can callhomeanywhere. That I can belong to the…

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Mary Oliver’s Advice on Writing – Brain Pickings

“Look for verbs of muscle, adjectives of exactitude.” By Maria Popova “I read the way a person might swim, to save his or her life. I wrote that way too,” the poet Mary Oliver reflected in her lovely autobiographical essay on how literature saved her life. But what does it take to write such buoyant literature — be it poetry or prose — that lends itself as a lifeboat to those far from the shore of being? A decade after…

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