Mary Oliver’s poetry works in implicit contrast with our daily underestimation of the world.
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All of this a lie, because you can’t remember the apple tree,
so it was never there, and I was never there, and
and I am just like my father, a liar who remembers things
that never happened, never were, in those spans of years
Wisteria hangs in great dollops
from the treetops,
the faint purple drapery
escorting me to Aiken and Camden
Louise decided that in the winter she would hibernate. She created a cave in her bedroom closet and filled it with modern necessities.
Philadelphia-based painter Joan Curran creates urban still lives inspired by the interaction between humans and nature–a constantly fluctuating relationship that reveals both beauty and excess.
“Nature is always pressing, always growing up through the cracks,” he said. Middlebrook’s interest is the instant at which nature and humans collide, whether it be a natural disaster, or a weed growing in a parking lot.
I had no way of
telling which was mine, now that it was sundered and sullied, made
ordinary like the rest. I cried for the rest of the day.
The best thing I can say about the good luck this book brought me is that I didn’t develop my current illness until after reading it and moving on to another.