Portland Public Library

Swan, poems and prose poems, Mary Oliver

eng

Includes bibliographical references

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poetry

Swan

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Mary Oliver

""Mary Oliver moves by instinct, faith, and determination. She is among our finest poets, and still growing."--Alicia Ostriker, The Nation" ""Mary Oliver's poetry is fine and deep; it reads like a blessing. Her special gift is to connect us with our sources in the natural world, its beauties and terrors and mysteries and consolations."-Stanley Kunitz" ""One would have to reach back perhaps to [John] Clare or Christopher Smart to safely cite a parallel to Oliver's lyricism."-David Barber, Poetry" ""One music in Oliver's writing is unmistakable. Her poetry can be read as the best of the real lyrics we have these days, and it's no surprise that she's already won a Pulitzer Prize for it, as well as many other honors."Los Angeles Times" ""Joy is not made to be a crumb," writes Mary Oliver, and certainly joy abounds in her new book of poetry and prose poems. Swan, her twentieth volume, shows us that, though we may be "made out of the dust of stars," we are of the world she captures here so vividly: the acorn that hides within it an entire tree; the wings of the swan like the stretching light of the river; the frogs singing in the shallows; the mockingbird dancing in air. Swan is Oliver's tribute to "the mortal way" of desiring and living in the world, to which the poet is renowned for having always been "totally loyal."" "As the Los Angeles Times noted, innumerable readers go to Oliver's poetry "for solace, regeneration and inspiration:' Few poets express the immense complexities of human experience as skillfully, or capture so memorably the smallest nuances. Speaking, for example, of stones, she writes, "the little ones you can/hold in your hands, their heartbeats / so secret, so hidden it may take years / before, finally, you hear them:' It is no wonder Oliver ranks, according to the Weekly Standard, "among the finest poets the English language has ever produced.""--Jacket

poems and prose poems

What can I say -- Of time -- On the beach -- How perfectly -- How I go to the woods -- Fox in the dark -- Just around the house, early in the morning -- Tom Dancer's gift of a whitebark pine cone -- Passing the unworked field -- For example -- Percy wakes me (fourteen) -- Today -- Swan -- Beans green and yellow -- It is early -- How many days -- More of the unfinishable fox story -- Riders -- Poet dreams of the classroom -- Dancing in Mexico -- Sweetness of dogs (fifteen) -- Bird in the pepper tree -- In Provincetown, and Ohio, and Alabama -- April -- Torn -- Wind in the pines -- Living together -- We cannot know -- Poet dreams of the mountain -- Mist in the morning, nothing around me but sand and roses -- Last word about fox (maybe) -- How heron comes -- When -- Trees -- In your hands -- I own a house -- I worried -- Lark ascending -- Don't hesitate -- In the darkness -- Four sonnets -- Trying to be thoughtful in the first -- Brights of dawn -- More evidence -- Whispered poem -- Poet is told to fill up more pages -- Afterword -- Percy