When a Maine hermit is arrested after 27 years in solitude, we project our stories upon him.
Tag Archives: Mary Oliver
In Solitary Others We See Ourselves
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Your One Wild and Precious Life
Mary Oliver’s celebration of summer is a prayer operates as a prayer of gratitude.
Dare to Be Happy, Dare to Pray
Mary Oliver finds hope even for those weighed down by the thorn of depression.
My Father in the Hospital
A Mary Oliver poems captures my fears about my father, currently hospitalized.
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A Breathing Palace of Leaves
Many of Mary Oliver’s nature poems enact a version of the crucifixion and resurrection.
First Snowfall, A Moment of Grace
For Mary Oliver, the season’s first snow fall raises existential questions and then answers them in its own way.
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Autumn’s Subterranean Mysteries
Oliver’s “Fall Song” captures the “rich spiced residues” of autumn.
Rain Soft as the Fall of Moccasins
Describing the slaughter of the buffalo herds by whites, Mary Oliver draws on Sioux religion to imagine them as not altogether gone.
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The Silver Water Crushes Like Silk
Although not explicitly religious, Mary Oliver has a Good Friday-Resurrection progression in many of her poems, including “Morning at Great Pond.”
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