I am glad to be joining Poetry Friday this week, hosted by long-time blogging friend, Tabatha Yeatts from The Opposite of Indifference. While we are able to keep up with our usual posts (relatively difficult for me with my international move), I know that we have not been doing as well with visiting our blogging friends’ sites, apologies for that. Once I have found my footing here in the Middle East, I am hoping that things will go back to my usual blogging routine.
Owls And Other Fantasies (Amazon | Book Depository)
Poems and Essays By Mary Oliver
Published by Beacon Press (2006, first published 2003)
ISBN: 0807068756 (ISBN13: 9780807068755). Borrowed from National Library Singapore Overdrive. Book photos taken by me and edited with an iPhone app.
When Mary Oliver died early this year, I made sure that I borrowed practically all of her poetry books via Singapore’s National Library Board Overdrive. I read this book while we were in the US with family in July. I recall vividly that I was reading it while we were on a weekend camping trip at Coloma Resort in California.
The crystal clear lake and all the greens provided the perfect backdrop while I was reading Mary Oliver’s poems – a veritable shaman when it comes to weaving words that provide a tribute to nature and all its beneficence.
Look at that perfect view while having breakfast. This is a photo of my teenage daughter and my sister-in-law’s gracious and ever-hospitable husband.
I remember reading two poems aloud to my husband while we were looking at the lake, and telling him that these are the poems I want to be read when I am buried. Morbid much, right? (But perfect for our Halloween offering today, hehe). As I was reading the poems aloud, I found myself ugly-crying. The poems were fairly simple enough and straightforward, yet Mary Oliver somehow does things to me that defy explanation, and for that I am eternally grateful.
Perhaps it is the combination of the view, me reading the words aloud, and the knowledge that in a few weeks’ time, we will be leaving the only home we have known for the past eleven years and moving to a totally unfamiliar place we have never been to before. Regardless, these poems found me at the perfect time. I hope that they move you just as much.
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