Mary Oliver love flowers because of their origins in dark places and for their ability to make luminous our own dark places.
Tag Archives: "Spring"
When the World Is Mud-Luscious
e. e. cummings ushers in spring with a joyous celebration.
From the Dark, Cold Grime a Flower Comes
Mary Ann Bernard shows spring coming only with difficulty–but being all the more meaningful because of that.
Spring’s Triumph over War
In Henry Reed’s “Naming of Parts,” sexual spring wins out over a bureaucratic drill sergeant.
When the World Is Puddle Wonderful
It was raining yesterday in Pittsburgh on the first day of spring, bringing to mind one of the great poems about the season.
A Light Exists in Spring
Emily Dickinson captures magical light of spring–and its transience.
The Erotic Call of the Pear Tree
Zora Neale Hurston has one of the most erotic descriptions of a blossoming tree that you will find anywhere.
It’s Spring and the Balloon Man Whistles
Here’s a delightful e.e. cummings poem to celebrate the first day of spring.
Such Singing in the Wild Branches
On a beautiful spring morning when she is startled by birdsong, Mary Oliver describes a merging with nature where she “began to understand what the bird was saying.”