Mary Oliver (1935- )

1. Mary Oliver (1935- ) ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

2. Listen to an NPR Story on Mary Oliver ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

3. The Journey One day you finally knewwhat you had to do, and began,though the voices around youkept shoutingtheir bad advice--though the whole housebegan to trembleand you felt the old tugat your ankles."Mend my life!"each voice cried.But you didn't stop. ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

4. The Journey [continued] You knew what you had to do,though the wind priedwith its stiff fingersat the very foundations,though their melancholywas terrible.It was already lateenough, and a wild night,and the road full of fallenbranches and stones.But little by little,as you left their voices behind,the stars began to burnthrough the sheets of clouds,.  ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

5. The Journey [continued]and there was a new voicewhich you slowlyrecognized as your own,that kept you companyas you strode deeper and deeperinto the world,determined to dothe only thing you could do--determined to savethe only life you could save.  ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

6. Picking Blueberries, Austerlitz, New York,1957 Once, in summerin the blueberries, I fell asleep, and wokewhen a deer stumbled against me.I guessshe was so busy with her own happinessshe had grown carelessand was just wandering alonglisteningto the wind as she leaned downto lip up the sweetness.So, there we were ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

7. ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery Picking Blueberries, Austerlitz, New York,1957 [continued]with nothing between usbut a few leaves, and wind’sglossy voiceshouting instructions.The deerbacked away finallyand flung up her white tailand went floating off toward the trees -but the moment she did thatwas so wide and so deepit has lasted to this day; I have only to think of her –

8. ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery Picking Blueberries, Austerlitz, New York,1957 [continued]the flower of her amazementand the stalled breath of her curiosity, and even the damp touch of her solicitudebefore she took flight -to be absent again from this worldand alive, again, in anotherfor thirty yearssleepy and amazed, rising out of the rough weedslistening and looking.Beautiful girl, where are you?

9. The Summer DayWho made the world?Who made the swan, and the black bear?Who made the grasshopper?This grasshopper, I mean--the one who has flung herself out of the grass,the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down,who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away. ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

10. The Summer Day [continued]I don't know exactly what a prayer is.I do know how to pay attention, how to fall downinto 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.Tell me, what else should I have done?Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?Tell me, what is it you plan to dowith your one wild and precious life? ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

11. A Visitor My father, for example, who was young onceand blue-eyed, returnson the darkest of nightsto the porch and knockswildly at the door, and if I answerI must be preparedfor his waxy face, for his lower lipswollen with bitterness. And so, for a long time,  ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

12. A Visitor [continued]I did not answer, but slept fitfullybetween his hours of rapping. But finally there came the nightwhen I rose out of my sheetsand stumbled down the hall. The door fell openand I knew I was saved and could bear him, pathetic and hollow, with even the least of his dreamsfrozen inside him,  ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

13. A Visitor [continued]and the meanness gone. And I greeted him and asked himinto the house, and lit the lamp, and looked into his blank eyesin which at lastI saw what a child must love, I saw what love might have donehad we loved in time. ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

14. ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery Starling Video Hear Garrison Keillor read “Starlings in Winter” (@2 min 27 sec) Starlings in Winter Chunky and noisy,but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone wireand instantlythey are acrobatsin the freezing wind.And now, in the theater of air,they swing over buildings,dipping and rising;they float like one stippled starthat opens,becomes for a moment fragmented,

15. Starlings in Winter [continued]then closes again;and you watchand you trybut you simply can't imaginehow they do itwith no articulated instruction, no pause,only the silent confirmationthat they are this notable thing,this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spinover and over again,full of gorgeous life.Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us, ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

16. Starlings in Winter [continued]even in the leafless winter,even in the ashy city.I am thinking nowof grief, and of getting past it;I feel my boots trying to leave the ground,I feel my heartpumping hard, I wantto think again of dangerous and noble things.I want to be light and frolicsome.I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing,as though I had wings. ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

17. The Swan Across the wide waters something comes floating—a slim and delicate ship, filled with white flowers— and it moves on its miraculous muscles as though time didn’t exist as though bringing such gifts to the dry shore was a happiness The Swan ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

18. The Swan [continued] almost beyond bearing. And now it turns its dark eyes, it rearranges the clouds of its wings, it trails an elaborate webbed foot, the color of charcoal. Soon it will be here. Oh, what shall I do when the poppy-colored beak rests in my hand? Said Mrs. Blake of the poet Blake, “Auguries of Innocence” ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

19. The Swan [continued] I miss my husband’s company— he is so often in paradise. Of course! The path to heaven doesn’t lie down in flat miles. It’s in the imagination with which you perceive this world, and the gestures with which you honor it. Oh, what will I do, what will I say, when those white wings touch the shore? ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery

20. From “When Death Comes” When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened, or full of argument. I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world. ENGL 2030—Fall 2013 | Lavery