Publication
Imprint: New York : The Penguin Press, 2014. Responsibility: Mary Oliver. OCLC Number: 870919766. Physical: Text : 1 volume : 79 pages ; 21 cm.
Call number
Poetry / Olive
ISBN
9781594204791
Original publication date
2014
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CSS Library Notes
Description: In this stunning collection of new poems, Mary Oliver returns to the imagery that has defined her life's work, describing with wonder both the everyday and the unaffected beauty of nature. Herons, sparrows, owls, and kingfishers flit across the page in meditations on love, artistry, and impermanence. Whether considering a bird's nest, the seeming patience of oak trees, or the artworks of Franz Marc, Oliver reminds us of the transformative power of attention and how much can be contained within the smallest moments. At its heart, Blue Horses.
Table of Contents: After reading Lucretius, I go to the pond --
What I can do --
Rumi --
First yoga lesson --
I don't want to be demure or respectable --
Stebbin's gulch --
No matter what --
Angels --
What we want --
If I wanted a boat --
Good morning --
The wasp --
Blueberries --
Little lord love --
Little crazy love song --
I woke --
The mangroves --
The hummingbirds --
Such silence --
Watering the stones --
Franz Marc's blue horses --
The vulture's wings --
On meditating, sort of --
To be human is to sing your own song --
Loneliness --
Drifting --
Forgive me --
I'm feeling fabulous, possibly too much so but I love it --
On not mowing the lawn --
The fourth sign of the Zodiac --
To Shiva --
Owl poem --
A little ado about this and that --
Do stones feel? --
I'm not the river --
The oak tree loves patience --
The country of the trees --
What gorgeous thing.
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Table of Contents: After reading Lucretius, I go to the pond --
What I can do --
Rumi --
First yoga lesson --
I don't want to be demure or respectable --
Stebbin's gulch --
No matter what --
Angels --
What we want --
If I wanted a boat --
Good morning --
The wasp --
Blueberries --
Little lord love --
Little crazy love song --
I woke --
The mangroves --
The hummingbirds --
Such silence --
Watering the stones --
Franz Marc's blue horses --
The vulture's wings --
On meditating, sort of --
To be human is to sing your own song --
Loneliness --
Drifting --
Forgive me --
I'm feeling fabulous, possibly too much so but I love it --
On not mowing the lawn --
The fourth sign of the Zodiac --
To Shiva --
Owl poem --
A little ado about this and that --
Do stones feel? --
I'm not the river --
The oak tree loves patience --
The country of the trees --
What gorgeous thing.
FY2018 /
Physical description
79 p.; 22 cm
Media reviews
Oliver has long been America’s bestselling poet, and these latest conversational poems show why you can find her work on shelves across the United States.
There’s beauty and sweetness in Blue Horses’ pages. Some of it necessary.
Description
The Pulitzer Prize-winning author of American Primitive presents a new collection of poems that reflects her signature imagery-based language and her observations of the unaffected beauty of nature.--Publisher's description.
Language
Original language
English
User reviews
LibraryThing member greeniezona
I took my thirteen-year-old to the library shortly after Oliver's death, and they had a lovely display of her work in the lobby. Of course I couldn't resist adding a volume to my already too-large stack. Somehow I don't own any of Oliver's books (though without looking, I would have predicted that
I chose a good volume, I think. One poem "Rumi (for Coleman Barks)" is definitely after the style of Barks's translations, but then I could feel Rumi's impressions on many of the poems that followed. In particular, "I Don't Want to be Demure or Respectable," which I might not have been surprised to find in a Rumi/Barks collection, except that there was something just a touch feminine around the edges.
I love how accessible/open/affecting Oliver's poetry is. A prime example of the deceptively simple style -- every once in a while you get a glimpse of how much skill it must take to write so plainly.
If I saw a used copy of this book anywhere I would buy it immediately.
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I did), so it was a good chance to get better acquainted.I chose a good volume, I think. One poem "Rumi (for Coleman Barks)" is definitely after the style of Barks's translations, but then I could feel Rumi's impressions on many of the poems that followed. In particular, "I Don't Want to be Demure or Respectable," which I might not have been surprised to find in a Rumi/Barks collection, except that there was something just a touch feminine around the edges.
I love how accessible/open/affecting Oliver's poetry is. A prime example of the deceptively simple style -- every once in a while you get a glimpse of how much skill it must take to write so plainly.
If I saw a used copy of this book anywhere I would buy it immediately.
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LibraryThing member jnwelch
I've read more of Mary Oliver's later work than her earlier, and from comments I've read that may be a good thing - some find her earlier work a little precious and preachy. I enjoy her close observations about nature, her spiritual inquiries, and her sense of humor about herself and being human.
“Be a lotus in the pond,” she said, “opening
slowly, no single energy tugging
against another but peacefully,
all together.”
I couldn’t even touch my toes.
“Feel your quadriceps stretching?” she asked.
Well, something was certainly stretching.
Standing impressively upright, she
raised one leg and placed it against
the other, then lifted her arms and
shook her hands like leaves. “Be a tree,” she said.
I lay on the floor, exhausted.
But to be a lotus in the pond
opening slowly, and very slowly rising—
that I could do.
In "Blueberries" she talks about what a pleasure it is to be able to buy "fresh blueberries all year long" from "various countries in South America", but also about what is lost that way:
Maybe it's myself that I miss. The
field, and the sparrow singing at the
edge of the woods. And the doe that one
morning came upon me unaware, all
tense and gorgeous. She stamped her hoof
as you would to any intruder. Then gave
me a long look, as if to say, Okay, you
stay in your patch, I'll stay in mine.
Which is what we did. Try packing that
up, South America.
In another one, she looks at the question, can we depart from our parent's shadow? The answer: gladly.
Everything I can think of that my parents
thought or did I don't think and I don't do.
I opened windows, they shut them. I pulled
open the curtains, they shut them. If you
get my drift.
In that same poem, titled "To Be Human is to Sing Your Own Song", she compares us to song sparrow nestlings who "must listen/carefully to the father bird as he sings/ and make their own song in imitation of his."
But I know a
child doesn't have to. Doesn't have to.
Doesn't have to. And I didn't.
Some of the poems are just gorgeous, like the aptly titled "What Gorgeous Thing", about the bluebird's song in the early morning.
Three poems, "Little Lord Love", "Little Crazy Love Song" and "I Woke" address her falling in love late in life. They're even sexy, which I don't think is common in her poetry. Her giddiness is contagious. While waiting for her lover, for example, "softly my right hand fondles my left hand/ as though it were you."
I read somewhere that she is, surprisingly to me, America's best-selling poet. Her accessibility and friendliness likely help explain that. There also is an ease she has attained at this stage of her career that makes her awfully good company.
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One of my favorites in Blue Horses, "First Yoga Lesson", shows her humor:“Be a lotus in the pond,” she said, “opening
slowly, no single energy tugging
against another but peacefully,
all together.”
I couldn’t even touch my toes.
“Feel your quadriceps stretching?” she asked.
Well, something was certainly stretching.
Standing impressively upright, she
raised one leg and placed it against
the other, then lifted her arms and
shook her hands like leaves. “Be a tree,” she said.
I lay on the floor, exhausted.
But to be a lotus in the pond
opening slowly, and very slowly rising—
that I could do.
In "Blueberries" she talks about what a pleasure it is to be able to buy "fresh blueberries all year long" from "various countries in South America", but also about what is lost that way:
Maybe it's myself that I miss. The
field, and the sparrow singing at the
edge of the woods. And the doe that one
morning came upon me unaware, all
tense and gorgeous. She stamped her hoof
as you would to any intruder. Then gave
me a long look, as if to say, Okay, you
stay in your patch, I'll stay in mine.
Which is what we did. Try packing that
up, South America.
In another one, she looks at the question, can we depart from our parent's shadow? The answer: gladly.
Everything I can think of that my parents
thought or did I don't think and I don't do.
I opened windows, they shut them. I pulled
open the curtains, they shut them. If you
get my drift.
In that same poem, titled "To Be Human is to Sing Your Own Song", she compares us to song sparrow nestlings who "must listen/carefully to the father bird as he sings/ and make their own song in imitation of his."
But I know a
child doesn't have to. Doesn't have to.
Doesn't have to. And I didn't.
Some of the poems are just gorgeous, like the aptly titled "What Gorgeous Thing", about the bluebird's song in the early morning.
Three poems, "Little Lord Love", "Little Crazy Love Song" and "I Woke" address her falling in love late in life. They're even sexy, which I don't think is common in her poetry. Her giddiness is contagious. While waiting for her lover, for example, "softly my right hand fondles my left hand/ as though it were you."
I read somewhere that she is, surprisingly to me, America's best-selling poet. Her accessibility and friendliness likely help explain that. There also is an ease she has attained at this stage of her career that makes her awfully good company.
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LibraryThing member EdGoldberg
A Thousand Mornings is still my favorite, by far.
LibraryThing member rmckeown
Mary Oliver is quickly becoming one of my favorite poets. Her latest collection, Blue Horses, pleases the eye and ear every bit as much as all of her previous works I have read.
As is true of many of her poems, Oliver focuses on nature. The selections in this collection, however, seem quite a bit
I also love the humor in her poems, particularly “First Yoga Lesson.” “‘Be a lotus in the pond,’” she said, “‘opening / slowly, no single energy tugging / against another but peacefully, / all together’.” // I couldn’t even touch my toes. / “‘Feel your quadriceps stretching?’” she asked. / Well, something was certainly stretching. // Standing impressively upright, she / raised one leg and placed it against / the other, then lifted her arms and / shook her hands like leaves. “Be a tree,’” she said. // I lay on the floor, exhausted. / But to be a lotus in the pond / opening slowly, and very slowly rising -- / that I could do” (7).
As always, Oliver’s poems contain vivid images, which take the reader onto the floor, on a mat, stretching. She accomplishes this feat over and over with the plainest of language. I can’t get enough of her way with words.
When I found Blue Horses, I noticed a slim volume by Oliver nearby: A Poetry Handbook. I am so sorry I missed this explication of all the intricacies of poetry originally published in 1994. I recommend this slim volume for anyone interested in poetry. I found her Introduction highly informative. Here a few random paragraphs. Oliver writes, “Everyone knows that poets are born and not made in school. This is true also of painters, sculptors, and musicians. Something that is essential can’t be taught; it can only be given, or earned, or formulated in a manner too mysterious to be picked apart and redesigned for the next person. // Still, painters, sculptors, and musicians require a lively acquaintance with the history of their particular field and with past as well as current theories and techniques. And the same is true of poets. Whatever can’t be taught, there is a great deal that can, and must be learned.” Oliver says she wrote this book, “in an effort to give the student a variety of technical skills -- that is options. It is written to empower the beginning writer who stands between two marvelous and complex things – an experience (or an idea or a feeling), and the urge to tell about it in the best possible conjunction of words.
Just a smidgeon over 200 pages, these two works by Mary Oliver – Blue Horses: Poems and A Poetry Handbook – are excellent starting points for those curious about what makes a poem a poem and handy guides for those who want to sharpen their skills. Both 5 stars
--Jim, 12/31/14
As is true of many of her poems, Oliver focuses on nature. The selections in this collection, however, seem quite a bit
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more philosophical than most of the others I have experienced. For example, the first poem in the collection combines these two ideas. In “After Reading Lucretius, I Go to the Pond,” Oliver writes, “The slippery green frog / that went to his death / in the heron’s pink throat / was my small brother, // and the heron / with the white plumes / like a crown on his heard / who is washing now his great sword-beak / in the shining pond / is my tall brother. // My heart dresses in black / and dances” (1). I also love the humor in her poems, particularly “First Yoga Lesson.” “‘Be a lotus in the pond,’” she said, “‘opening / slowly, no single energy tugging / against another but peacefully, / all together’.” // I couldn’t even touch my toes. / “‘Feel your quadriceps stretching?’” she asked. / Well, something was certainly stretching. // Standing impressively upright, she / raised one leg and placed it against / the other, then lifted her arms and / shook her hands like leaves. “Be a tree,’” she said. // I lay on the floor, exhausted. / But to be a lotus in the pond / opening slowly, and very slowly rising -- / that I could do” (7).
As always, Oliver’s poems contain vivid images, which take the reader onto the floor, on a mat, stretching. She accomplishes this feat over and over with the plainest of language. I can’t get enough of her way with words.
When I found Blue Horses, I noticed a slim volume by Oliver nearby: A Poetry Handbook. I am so sorry I missed this explication of all the intricacies of poetry originally published in 1994. I recommend this slim volume for anyone interested in poetry. I found her Introduction highly informative. Here a few random paragraphs. Oliver writes, “Everyone knows that poets are born and not made in school. This is true also of painters, sculptors, and musicians. Something that is essential can’t be taught; it can only be given, or earned, or formulated in a manner too mysterious to be picked apart and redesigned for the next person. // Still, painters, sculptors, and musicians require a lively acquaintance with the history of their particular field and with past as well as current theories and techniques. And the same is true of poets. Whatever can’t be taught, there is a great deal that can, and must be learned.” Oliver says she wrote this book, “in an effort to give the student a variety of technical skills -- that is options. It is written to empower the beginning writer who stands between two marvelous and complex things – an experience (or an idea or a feeling), and the urge to tell about it in the best possible conjunction of words.
Just a smidgeon over 200 pages, these two works by Mary Oliver – Blue Horses: Poems and A Poetry Handbook – are excellent starting points for those curious about what makes a poem a poem and handy guides for those who want to sharpen their skills. Both 5 stars
--Jim, 12/31/14
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LibraryThing member MattCembrola
Mixed feelings about poetry.
You can say whatever you want, and
don’t have to make any sense.
Leaves everything to the imagination.
Can say a lot with very few words.
The spacing is important in the poems’ rhythm and effect – different from a few sentences strung together on a random topic.
Notable
This is her talking to you, or to herself but you’re welcome to listen in.
Note: I won a copy of this book through Goodreads First Reads.
You can say whatever you want, and
don’t have to make any sense.
Leaves everything to the imagination.
Can say a lot with very few words.
The spacing is important in the poems’ rhythm and effect – different from a few sentences strung together on a random topic.
Notable
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use of contractions throughout – more like speech, but also another rhythmic effect.This is her talking to you, or to herself but you’re welcome to listen in.
Note: I won a copy of this book through Goodreads First Reads.
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LibraryThing member AR_bookbird
Great writing!
LibraryThing member sturlington
I have been away from poetry for a long time. This was precisely the book to get me back into poetry again. "The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac" left me without breath. The final poem, "What Gorgeous Thing," was like opening a window into my own soul. I had forgotten how powerful poetry can be.
LibraryThing member DeltaQueen50
I confess that I do not read a lot of poetry, but when I do I often chose poets like Mary Oliver as I find she paints the most beautiful pictures with her words. Pictures of nature and pictures of life. In Blue Horses, I read with wonder the imagery that she is able to put down on the page, how she
Blue Horses is a collection of her poetry that allows the reader to see why she was a Pulitzer Prize winning poet. She often writes of her awe at the world and does so in simple language that captures her readers imagination. Reading her work definitely makes me feel more connected to nature.
While this is quite a short book of about 95 pages, it nevertheless, gives the reader a lot of images to reflect upon. Occasionally there is a touch of magic to her words making the impossible seem within reach. Reading these poems allowed me to refresh my senses and lift my spirits.
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is able to write of the beauty of nature by describing herons, owls, deer and rabbits in a simple yet heart-felt manner.Blue Horses is a collection of her poetry that allows the reader to see why she was a Pulitzer Prize winning poet. She often writes of her awe at the world and does so in simple language that captures her readers imagination. Reading her work definitely makes me feel more connected to nature.
While this is quite a short book of about 95 pages, it nevertheless, gives the reader a lot of images to reflect upon. Occasionally there is a touch of magic to her words making the impossible seem within reach. Reading these poems allowed me to refresh my senses and lift my spirits.
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LibraryThing member psalva
This is my first Mary Oliver. What gorgeous poetry! Words perfect for harboring in the back of my memory and reflecting on. The kind of book that would be suited to taking on a hike or visiting a cabin in the forest, and the kind of book that makes me long to do those things. There were too many
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LibraryThing member bell7
For a self-described non-reader of poetry, I've read a fair amount of poetry this year. Blue Horses takes its name from the common subject of Franz Marc's paintings, and the poem by the same name is about the painter. Much of the poetry is about nature and the poet narrator's relationship to it, a
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common theme of Mary Oliver's poetry. I especially liked "The Hummingbirds" and "Such Silence", followed by "The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac" which was longer than the others and in reaction to the author's cancer diagnosis and thoughts on the transience of life and how we always want it to be a bit longer. It's not my favorite of Oliver's collections, but it's one that I think her fans would enjoy, full of clear writing and plenty of natural imagery. Show Less
LibraryThing member Gail.C.Bull
This poetry collection was beautifully written with elegant imagery but failed to stimulate any strong feelings or thoughts in me. It feels very "style over substance".
It's the first collection of Mary Oliver's I've ever read so I don't know if this is the case of for all of her poetry or if it's
It's the first collection of Mary Oliver's I've ever read so I don't know if this is the case of for all of her poetry or if it's
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just a problem with this collection. It really just didn't resonate with me. Show Less