Poems of Devotion Volume I
Her poems are plastered all over Pinterest and Instagram, often in the form of inspirational memes. But for her fans—among whom I, unashamedly, count myself—it offers a welcome opportunity to consider her body of work as a whole.
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But an equal part is that she offers her readers a spiritual release that they might not have realized they were looking for. Oliver is an ecstatic poet in the vein of her idols, who include Shelley, Keats, and Whitman. She tends to use nature as a springboard to the sacred, which is the beating heart of her work. Indeed, a number of the poems in this collection are explicitly formed as prayers, albeit unconventional ones.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. She picked up the habit as a child in Maple Heights, Ohio, where she was born, in Walking the woods, with Whitman in her knapsack, was her escape from an unhappy home life: a sexually abusive father, a neglectful mother.
It was in childhood as well that Oliver discovered both her belief in God and her skepticism about organized religion. But I was still probably more interested than many of the kids who did enter into the church. Walking in the woods, she developed a method that has become the hallmark of her poetry, taking notice simply of whatever happens to present itself. Like Rumi, another of her models, Oliver seeks to combine the spiritual life with the concrete: an encounter with a deer, the kisses of a lover, even a deformed and stillborn kitten.
In , the day after she graduated from high school, Oliver left home. On a whim, she decided to drive to Austerlitz, in upstate New York, to visit Steepletop, the estate of the late poet Edna St. Vincent Millay. On a return visit to Austerlitz, in the late fifties, Oliver met the photographer Molly Malone Cook, ten years her senior.
For America’s most beloved poet, paying attention to nature is a springboard to the sacred.
She did occasional stints of teaching elsewhere, but for the most part stayed unusually rooted to her home base. The Bay of Fundy? The Brooks Range? Early poems often depict her foraging for food, gathering mussels, clams, mushrooms, or berries. In comparison, the human is self-conscious, cerebral, imperfect.
Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver
Oliver can be an enticing celebrant of pure pleasure—in one poem she imagines herself, with a touch of eroticism, as a bear foraging for blackberries—but more often there is a moral to her poems. You do not have to be good. Brilliant write in its simplicity. To my Poem List.
In my position just like well balanced emotions to God, to my grandparents, to my parents, to my children, a steady emotive healthy relationship. Such a smartest brevity RF had created. Directed to the great family of the world famous poet. A write that flows just as surely as a loyal heart beats?
This short poem speaks of the constancy over time of love and devotion. God is greater than ocean and he is full of values and beauty of creation. Holding the curve of position we have great devotion for him. This is an excellent poem definitely. Remaining steady. That's what devotion is. Robert Frost captured it well, in few words. Devotion by Robert Frost.
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The poem is food for thought. Very smart piece of writing! On the 17th day of the year, the poet Mary Oliver died, and I pulled her books from the shelf. Her oeuvre became my morning ritual—and because she wrote with directness, the windowpane clarity achieved when a writer aims to persuade, I found myself reading many pages at a time.
But this was the first time I had read Oliver beyond her hits. Her books had tumbled into my arms at the right moment. Her collected works amount to an instruction manual for how to focus the gaze.
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Even silenced phones light up with notifications that break eye contact and disrupt concentration. YouTube plays videos in an endless loop, queued on the basis of intimate data, so that the emotional rush of one clip stokes the desire to watch the next.
Facebook, the ultimate manipulation machine, arrays information to exploit the psychic weaknesses of users, with the intent of keeping them on its site for as long as it can. The hand touches the phone upon waking, even before it can rub the eye or reach across the bed to wake the spouse. While society has grown a little wiser to how the technologies can be exploited by foreign governments and boiler rooms spewing misinformation, the costs of allowing our attention to be commandeered remain drastically understated.
Her final collection of essays was called Upstream. In the title piece, she remembers getting separated from her parents in the woods as they stroll along a creek.