Here's a poem that I think could be her ars poetica. It is one of my favorite Oliver poems:
The Lilies Break Open Over the Dark Water
Inside
that mud-hive, that gas-sponge,
that reeking
leaf-yard, that rippling
dream-bowl, the leeches'
flecked and swirling
broth of life, as rich
as Babylon,
the fists crack
open and the wands
of the lilies
quicken, they rise
like pale poles
with their wrapped beaks of lace;
one day
they tear the surface,
the next they break open
over the dark water.
And there you are
on the shore,
fitful and thoughtful, trying
to attach them to an idea —
some news of your own life.
But the lilies
are slippery and wild — they are
devoid of meaning, they are
simply doing,
from the deepest
spurs of their being,
what they are impelled to do
every summer.
And so, dear sorrow, are you.
11 comments:
When I first glanced at the title of this poem I read:
The Line Breaks Break Over the Open Water.
Strange.
Me, too. A sign for me that I've probably been reading too much about poetry and not enough of the straight stuff.
E/R: I love the idea of "the lines break open/over the dark water."
I keep rereading one of Mary Oliver's other poems- "The Poet With His Face In His Hands", that appeared in the New Yorker a while ago. I love how she evoks nature, and how it seems to absorb human despair.
I'm glad someone else still likes Mary Oliver -- I was starting to feel like a bit of a freak. (I do think she's been putting out way too many books lately, and could possibly benefit from a tougher editor telling her not to publish EVERYthing, but heck, if I could write books that would sell like hers do, I'd probably do the same.)
Her partner of many years just died recently -- a couple months ago, I think -- so she's been on my mind a bit. I hope she's doing okay.
Anne: I didn't know about Mary Oliver's partner. That is very sad.
Far be it for me to critique MO, but I think she should have canned the last line.
In fact, I might just end it with "doing."
Peter,
Yikes, what's "dead kitten poetics?"
I saw Miss Mary last night, I'll a full report upcoming.
Kel
I'm not someone who *hearts* Mary Oliver, but I think she's written some very good poems and this is one of them (though I probably agree with you about the ending, Diane). Anyway, I'm glad to see her praised. It's ridiculously unfair for people to take that kitten poem as typical or "emblematic" of her work, or as emblematic of the sentimentality of "mainstream" poetry or of anything (I say as one cat sleeps on my leg and another nuzzles my foot).
Kelli: Yes I'd love to hear the report. If you visit Ron or Jeannine, you can pick up on the "dead kitty poetics" thread.
Twelve Moons is still one of my favorite books.
Steve
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