mary oliver: i wanted / the past to go away, i wanted / to leave it, like another country; i wanted my life to close, and open / like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song / where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery; / i wanted / to hurry into the work of my life; i wanted to know, / whoever i was, i was / alive / for a little while.

me:

Me gustó ver la variedad de temas en los que se inspira la autora, sobre todo los relacionados con la naturaleza. Lamentablemente en mi opinión le faltó algo y no sé muy bien que...

What a poet!!! Favourite poetry book I’ve ever read. Too many favourites in this poem to even list.

Mary Oliver is a beautiful poet. While she does not use obscure metaphor to attempt to get her point across, she deftly illustrates her point using nature imagery. You do not have to think hard to understand what Oliver is trying to say, rather you end up thinking about what she said.

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BOWING TO THE EMPRESS

Through the forest,
through the branches
of shagbarks and walnuts,
through the feathers
of the February snow,
she flows
to her nest
of a thousand
broken and braided sticks,
to her chicks
yelping like tiny wolves,
like downy
emperors for her return,
for her attention,
for red meat,
and you know
theirs is a decent task
in the scheme of things —
the hunters,
the rapacious
plucking up the timid
like so many soft jewels.
They are what keeps everything
enough, but not too many —
and so you bow
to the lightning of her eyes,
the pick of her beak,
the swale of her appetite,
and even to her shadow
over the field — when it passes
you can hardly breathe,
the world is that bright,
your senses so sharply tuned
by the notion of oblivion —
those black wings beating
at the light.