Mary Oliver is surely going to be one of the defining poets of the late twentieth and early twenty first centuries. Her work is well recognized and critically acclaimed of course, but I love the way she captures the journey of the human spirit as it drifts back and forth from harmony to worry to mindfulness to death and all the way back again. Her reflections are beautiful. 
Personally, I am a bigger fan of some of her later works. I think she finds a more definitive style in her later works and takes on a more mindful lens. However, her reflections on death in her early works are quite moving and could have benefitted from being revisited again in her later writings. 
3/5 stars - some poems I liked and some I didn’t 🤷‍♀️