Anti-vaxxers should read 19th century novels, which describe high mortality rates
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Tag Archives: Mary Oliver
Anti-Vaxxers Ignore the Past
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Blazing Lilies, a Prayer Heard & Answered
Mary Oliver’s “Morning Poem” works as a fitting verse for Easter, with its vision of new creation–which for her occurs every day.
Palm Sunday, The Donkey’s POV
Mary Oliver celebrates Palm Sonday with “The Poet Thinks about a Donkey.” She make take her inspiration from Chesterton’s “The Donkey.”
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Out of Pain We Feed This Feverish Plot
Oliver captures Christian fish imagery in “The Fish.”
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No Other Pear Can Compare
Poet Helen Mitsios’s ecstatic praise of Harry and David pears.
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Oliver on the Cruel Beauty of Cold
In “Cold Poem,” Mary Oliver finds a positive life message in bitter cold conditions.
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Oliver’s “Bobcat” as an Advent Poem
Mary Oliver’s “Bobcat” can be read as a poem about the Advent promise.
French Team Resembles a Skunk Cabbage
How is the French soccer team like a skunk cabbage? I show how using a Mary Oliver poem.
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the passing of all shining things
e.e. cummings has a dialogue with Shelley’s “Ode to the West Wind” in his own poem about autumn. I include Frost and Oliver in the reflection as well.
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