Devotions

Going to come back to this for insomnia nights, so not in a hurry to finish it!

DNF. Need to go back and read maybe.

I'm not going to rate as I DNFed this at 48%
In general I was not connecting with the poems

Mary Oliver is undoubtedly a genius. However this book focuses a lot of time on her more recent works, which just don't shine quite like her older poems do

mary oliver's poems always feel like warm hugs. my favourite cottagecore poet

whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting—over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

I love some of her poems intensely. This collection, put together by Oliver...is not good. It took me two years to finish it, and I adore poetry. So many poems about black snakes, that often sounded the same. Many poems about how she either deeply understood the First Nations people in a New Way, not like other people, or, in one offense passage, wanted to “paint [her] skin red” and join them. This was a struggle to finish. It felt pretentious and sometimes juvenile.

Mary Oliver is my favorite poet and this collection of poems from her different works is a delight that I will revisit again and again.

I would like to share one of the dog-eared poems in my copy (that I dog-eared poems in this book at all says something, because I am one of those peculiar sorts who like to keep books in pristine condition). It is titled, “Invitation.”

“Oh do you have time
to linger
for just a little while
out of your busy

and very important day
for the goldfinches
that have gathered
in a field of thistles

for a musical battle,
to see who can sing
the highest note,
or the lowest,

or the most expressive of mirth,
or the most tender?
Their strong, blunt beaks
drink the air

as they strive
melodiously
not for your sake
and not for mine

and not for the sake of winning
but for sheer delight and gratitude -
believe us, they say, it is a serious thing

just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in this broken world.
I beg of you,

do not walk by
without pausing
to attend to this
rather ridiculous performance.

It could mean something.
It could mean everything.
It could be what Rilke meant, when he wrote:
You must change your life.”