Mary Oliver: Nature and the Poet
In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it … Continue reading
April 21, 2018 · 3 Comments
Mary Oliver: The Artist’s Task
It is a silver morning like any other. I am at my desk. Then the phone rings, or someone raps at the door. I am deep in the machinery of … Continue reading
October 23, 2016 · 38 Comments
