ahh i love mary oliver so much ❤️🥺 she said that dead poets were her best friends when she was young. just like those dead poets from her childhood, even though she has passed, her words, her voice, and the way she saw the world would always accompany the younger generation ☁️ mary oliver’s poems have accompanied me in my darkest times and though i’ve never met her in real life, she feels like a friend. this was the first time i’ve heard her voice and i actually teared up listening to this recording 🥺❤️🧚
ending my night with these beautiful images of nature and filled with the questions of which she spoke in the poem " I happen to be standing" but also feeling peace listening to the interview ♥
Instinctively we know the direction of prayer, its pilgrimage to the point of arrival, even the wren knows its creator, and the daily beginning in the mystery of its Creator.
NORMAN Lili “Please Daddy can I have a horse?” his little daughter whined “Sorry Darling we don’t have the room, we don’t live on a farm You have a rabbit and a kitten, we can’t afford much else” But Judith cried, screamed and sulked, he took her by the arm Led her slowly up to bed, a bedtime story about some Elves Judith slow to go to sleep seethed away, till slumber brought the calm. - But later on a shadow lay upon her bed, and whispered in her ear “Your Mommy would have bought a horse if Mommy hadn’t died You miss your Mommy, loved your Mommy, but Mommy isn’t here Your Daddy is so hard and mean, you should have a horse” it cried The Spirit talked most every night and Judith hatched a plan If Daddy wouldn’t buy a horse she’d listen to her guide. - Norman told her what to do, that stuff that kills the ants Just a little drop into his coffee maybe twice a week Draw some pictures that’ll make him scared, leave them in my room Wake at night and scream and scream, interrupt his sleep As Daddy becomes weaker over time, and fills up with remorse Tell him Mommy visits every night and says to buy a horse. - Norman’s right inside my mind, he’s quickly getting worse Teaches me all kinds of stuff, words I’ve never heard Lifts me from my bed at night, I float around the room How to reach the Spirit world, how to impose a curse Daddy’s had a breakdown, the Welfare’s coming soon And all because of a stubborn man who wouldn’t buy a horse. - I’ve grown a lot and been around, Norman’s with me still People tend to shun me but I have Norman’s love A strange boy and a familiar, we observe the Sabbats rites There’s others we could mix with and while away the nights Sing and dance, taste the life and sacrifice a Dove I’m happy now with all I need, my Spirit, deep insight. Blessed be.
It would be nice if she took the time to make her notes into poems. These are not poems- or at least not very good ones. They have no song or magic. In so far as they sound like all the rest of the dull prattle that is called poetry today.
I love her so much. She has changed my life
Mary Oliver is no longer physically with us, but she is with me whenever I read her poetry book! What a beautiful gift she had given me!
Mary Oliver is my daily inspiration! ❤
She has now taken her place amongst the other great poets ❤ Mary Oliver you are an inspiration to all
She took that place when she first began to see …
I have just come across Mary Oliver. So sad she has passed away. What a beautiful person.
ahh i love mary oliver so much ❤️🥺 she said that dead poets were her best friends when she was young. just like those dead poets from her childhood, even though she has passed, her words, her voice, and the way she saw the world would always accompany the younger generation ☁️ mary oliver’s poems have accompanied me in my darkest times and though i’ve never met her in real life, she feels like a friend. this was the first time i’ve heard her voice and i actually teared up listening to this recording 🥺❤️🧚
A world treasure. Her work rewires my neural connections ❤️
How to love the World? That's easy. Poetry by Mary Oliver. Music by George Winston. Thank you both and thanks to NPR!
Mary Oliver reads Mary Oliver is fabulous and I listen frequently. Another gift from the gay community
This lady is truly a national treasure.
RIP Mary Oliver. Love the way you thought and lived.
It's so refreshing to hear someone talking so honestly and plainly and beautifully about the craft of a poet thanks so much for sharing
Observing the natural world is an organic way to slow down and greet the morning...
Wise voice on paying attention, keeping it simple and caring for the earth.
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hope you are having a nice day over there🌺
ending my night with these beautiful images of nature and filled with the questions of which she spoke in the poem " I happen to be standing" but also feeling peace listening to the interview ♥
And a pleasure for us. Thank you.
she's a gift to our terrenal world! 💖
Wonderful. Thank you for posting.
Nature has the power of healing...
Mary is definitely my favorite poetry writer. I just bought a TON of her collections today hahah.
So good to have found this today, thanks for sharing this with us all! :o)
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hope you are having a nice day over there🌺
"The world did not have to be beautiful to work.
But it is.
What does that mean? "
Your spoken words take me on a journey .Thanks for sharing!
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hope you are having a nice day over there🍓
A great poet!
I hear them deep inside me, whispering, oh what is that beautiful thing that just happened...
Thank you
a tender soul
She is creative. was a pleasant coversation
The overused word luminous applies to her poetry. Her poems shine from the page.
Instinctively we know the direction of prayer, its pilgrimage to the point of arrival, even the wren knows its creator, and the daily beginning in the mystery of its Creator.
RIP Mary... "where have your blue horses gone?"
My Fall From Heart to Paper Writing Workshop is dedicated to Mary Oliver.She says it all.
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hope you are having a nice day over there🍓
"My pen in the air"
she makes me cry
NORMAN Lili
“Please Daddy can I have a horse?” his little daughter whined
“Sorry Darling we don’t have the room, we don’t live on a farm
You have a rabbit and a kitten, we can’t afford much else”
But Judith cried, screamed and sulked, he took her by the arm
Led her slowly up to bed, a bedtime story about some Elves
Judith slow to go to sleep seethed away, till slumber brought the calm. -
But later on a shadow lay upon her bed, and whispered in her ear
“Your Mommy would have bought a horse if Mommy hadn’t died
You miss your Mommy, loved your Mommy, but Mommy isn’t here
Your Daddy is so hard and mean, you should have a horse” it cried
The Spirit talked most every night and Judith hatched a plan
If Daddy wouldn’t buy a horse she’d listen to her guide. -
Norman told her what to do, that stuff that kills the ants
Just a little drop into his coffee maybe twice a week
Draw some pictures that’ll make him scared, leave them in my room
Wake at night and scream and scream, interrupt his sleep
As Daddy becomes weaker over time, and fills up with remorse
Tell him Mommy visits every night and says to buy a horse. -
Norman’s right inside my mind, he’s quickly getting worse
Teaches me all kinds of stuff, words I’ve never heard
Lifts me from my bed at night, I float around the room
How to reach the Spirit world, how to impose a curse
Daddy’s had a breakdown, the Welfare’s coming soon
And all because of a stubborn man who wouldn’t buy a horse. -
I’ve grown a lot and been around, Norman’s with me still
People tend to shun me but I have Norman’s love
A strange boy and a familiar, we observe the Sabbats rites
There’s others we could mix with and while away the nights
Sing and dance, taste the life and sacrifice a Dove
I’m happy now with all I need, my Spirit, deep insight.
Blessed be.
Goodmorning I am indian
But I am Banti yadav
Thanks morning habits
You do not have to perceive beauty in the world to survive. What does that mean?
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hope you are having a nice day over there
That surviving by itself is not living
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Missing her perspective
don't ask for the rhyme...
the random labels for her...
is for me (?)..
sshhh.. let her admit it.. she's waiting still... :)
That poets lie is why Plato wanted to keep them out of his Republic.
It would be nice if she took the time to make her notes into poems.
These are not poems- or at least not very good ones. They have no song or magic. In so far as they sound like all the rest of the dull prattle that is called poetry today.
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