"I have always imagined that Paradise will be some kind of library." ~ Jorge Luis Borges

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Seeing Mary Oliver's Poetry

Today, I was present in my surroundings. A snow day gift of time unfettered by life's tasks.  I was surrounded by light everywhere I looked. These images evoked words and phrases.  

One of the gifts of being a reader is that the words we read become part of us, such is the case with Mary Oliver's poetry. Today's sights brought this poem to mind:

by Mary Oliver

Every day
I see or I hear
that more or less

kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle

in the haystack
of light.
It is what I was born for --
to look, to listen,

to lose myself
inside this soft world --
to instruct
over and over

in joy,
and acclamation.
Nor am I talking
about the exceptional,

the fearful, the dreadful,
the very extravagant --
but of the ordinary,
the common, the very drab,
the daily presentations.
Oh, good scholar,
I say to myself,
how can you help

but grow wise
with such teachings
as these --
the untrimmable light

of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?


  1. I love this poem! It's Poetry Friday today at The Poet Farm! You should link up over there. These pictures are beautiful. :)

  2. Stunning pictures - the perfect accompaniments to Oliver's poem.

  3. Perfect pairing (tripling?) of experience, poem, and photos.

  4. Yes. Mary Oliver helps me so with slowing down and paying attention too. These are gorgeous photos!