how sometimes the camera pauses while a family counts itself, and all of them are alive
Mary Oliver shows us how to write a poem for the times...
"a craziness we have so far no name for-
all this I read in the papers,
in the sunlight,
I read with my cold, sharp eyes."
I didn't know this poem! It feels so different from Mary Oliver's usual subject matter, but all the more interesting for it!
Love the contrast in the conclusion -
"in the sunlight,
The external separation
of sitting in the sunshine, reading,
and the internal coldness that you are reading with,
or feeling,
or feeling because you've read too much.
Absolutely adore Mary Oliver 🙏✨
Don’t we all!❤️
Mary Oliver shows us how to write a poem for the times...
"a craziness we have so far no name for-
all this I read in the papers,
in the sunlight,
I read with my cold, sharp eyes."
I didn't know this poem! It feels so different from Mary Oliver's usual subject matter, but all the more interesting for it!
Love the contrast in the conclusion -
"in the sunlight,
I read with my cold, sharp eyes."
The external separation
of sitting in the sunshine, reading,
and the internal coldness that you are reading with,
or feeling,
or feeling because you've read too much.
Absolutely adore Mary Oliver 🙏✨
Don’t we all!❤️