Why I wake early : new poems / by Mary Oliver.
2004
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Title
Why I wake early : new poems / by Mary Oliver.
ISBN
0807068764 (acid-free paper)
9780807068762 (acid-free paper)
0807068799 (pbk.)
9780807068793 (pbk.)
9780807068762 (acid-free paper)
0807068799 (pbk.)
9780807068793 (pbk.)
Published
Boston : Beacon Press, [2004]
Copyright
©2004
Language
English
Description
ix, 71 pages ; 22 cm
Exhibited
2004 Poets House Showcase.
Other Standard Identifiers
9780807068762
System Control No.
(OCoLC)56068706
Summary
Features forty new poems that continue to express the poet's fascination and love affair with the natural world.
"Mary Oliver has been writing poetry for nearly five decades, and in that time she has become America's foremost poetic voice on our experience of the physical world. This collection presents forty-seven new poems, all written within the last two years, and each exhibiting the power and grace that have become the hallmarks of Oliver's work. The volume includes poems on crickets, toads, trout lilies, black snakes, goldenrod, bears, greeting the morning, watching the deer and, finally, lingering in happiness. Each poem is imbued with the extraordinary perceptions of a poet who considers the everyday in our lives and the natural world around us and finds a multitude of reasons to marvel. On the eve of the publication of her third volume of poems, Twelve Moons, Archibald MacLeish wrote to Mary Oliver: "You have indeed entered the kingdom. You have done something better than create your own world: you have discovered the world we all live in and do not see and cannot feel." In the twenty-five years since, Mary Oliver has published nine more volumes of poetry, each revealing new aspects of our world, inviting us to pause with her and to see and feel them. In this new volume she demonstrates, perhaps more affectionately than ever before, "what it means to be human and what is worthwhile about life," or, more simply, why the poet wakes early." -- Publisher's description
"Mary Oliver has been writing poetry for nearly five decades, and in that time she has become America's foremost poetic voice on our experience of the physical world. This collection presents forty-seven new poems, all written within the last two years, and each exhibiting the power and grace that have become the hallmarks of Oliver's work. The volume includes poems on crickets, toads, trout lilies, black snakes, goldenrod, bears, greeting the morning, watching the deer and, finally, lingering in happiness. Each poem is imbued with the extraordinary perceptions of a poet who considers the everyday in our lives and the natural world around us and finds a multitude of reasons to marvel. On the eve of the publication of her third volume of poems, Twelve Moons, Archibald MacLeish wrote to Mary Oliver: "You have indeed entered the kingdom. You have done something better than create your own world: you have discovered the world we all live in and do not see and cannot feel." In the twenty-five years since, Mary Oliver has published nine more volumes of poetry, each revealing new aspects of our world, inviting us to pause with her and to see and feel them. In this new volume she demonstrates, perhaps more affectionately than ever before, "what it means to be human and what is worthwhile about life," or, more simply, why the poet wakes early." -- Publisher's description
Formatted Contents Note
Why I wake early
Bone
Freshen the flowers, she said
Where does the temple begin, where does it end?
Beans
The arrowhead
Trout lilies
The poet goes to Indiana
The snow cricket
The lover of earth cannot help herself
Have you seen blacksnake swimming?
How everything adores being alive
Clouds
Spring at Blackwater : I go through the lessons already learned
The lily
Look and see
This world
At Black River
The marsh hawk
Breakage
Where does the dance begin, where does it end?
Snow geese
What was once the largest shopping center in northern Ohio was built where there had been a pond I used to visit every summer afternoon
The dovekie
Something
Logos
Bear
Many miles
Luna
"Just a minute," said a voice...
This morning I watched the deer
The old poets of China
White-eyes
Yellowlegs
The best I could do
The wren from Carolina
Some things, say the wise ones
Mindful
Song of the builders
Look again
Goldenrod, late fall
November
Daisies
One
The soul at last
The pinewoods
Lingering in happiness.
Bone
Freshen the flowers, she said
Where does the temple begin, where does it end?
Beans
The arrowhead
Trout lilies
The poet goes to Indiana
The snow cricket
The lover of earth cannot help herself
Have you seen blacksnake swimming?
How everything adores being alive
Clouds
Spring at Blackwater : I go through the lessons already learned
The lily
Look and see
This world
At Black River
The marsh hawk
Breakage
Where does the dance begin, where does it end?
Snow geese
What was once the largest shopping center in northern Ohio was built where there had been a pond I used to visit every summer afternoon
The dovekie
Something
Logos
Bear
Many miles
Luna
"Just a minute," said a voice...
This morning I watched the deer
The old poets of China
White-eyes
Yellowlegs
The best I could do
The wren from Carolina
Some things, say the wise ones
Mindful
Song of the builders
Look again
Goldenrod, late fall
November
Daisies
One
The soul at last
The pinewoods
Lingering in happiness.
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