White Pine: Poems and Prose Poems
| Author | : | |
| Rating | : | 4.84 (842 Votes) |
| Asin | : | 0156001209 |
| Format Type | : | paperback |
| Number of Pages | : | 72 Pages |
| Publish Date | : | 2015-08-02 |
| Language | : | English |
DESCRIPTION:
Wherein the poet continues her literary program with much the same sort of excellent poems about nature, the connection between the natural and the physical, and the tug-of-war between the familiar and the mysterious. . I Found A Dead Fox, seemingly influenced by William Carlos Williams, gives one a good sense of the imagery in this fine collection. Highly recommended. Oliver writes: "I found a dead fox / beside the gravel road,/ curled up inside the big/ iron wheel/ of an old tractor." Toads, mockingbirds, and afternoons of
In her first collection since winning the National Book Award in 1993, Mary Oliver writes of the silky bonds between every person and the natural world, of the delight of writing, of the value of silence. “Her poems areas genuine, moving and implausible as the first caressing breeze of spring” (New York Times).
Mark said Strong and marvelous. Another Mary Oliver book I couldn't be without. It’s not among her very best, but it’s strong and marvelous and filled with awe at moments in nature, even the dark ones. She’s like a Zen poet crossed with Thoreau. Here’s one poem, where I’ve removed the line breaks: “I found a dead fox beside the gravel road, curle. "Celebrating Great Poetry" according to C. A. Loewen. I do not like modern poetry as I find most of it to be either pathetic whining that the world will not devote itself to making the writer happy or meaningless babble where the writer thinks themselves clever for being undecipherable.When I came across Mary Oliver's White Pine, I picked it up with some reluctance. I put it down with complete satisfact. Nature Walk The outlay of this book gives the feel of one long, lingering poem. The first poem, on a day of writing while nature cycles itself outside Oliver's window, serves as preface into a series of walks, gaining insight from birds and deer, sea-animals, and a single snake, a copperhead proem. The final poems are darker, wiser--of learning death then writin