Status
Available
Genres
Collection
Publication
Boston : Beacon Press, c2006.
Description
In this collection of 43 new poems the author grapples with grief at the death of her beloved partner of over forty years. She strives to experience sorrow as a path to spiritual progress, grief as part of loving and not it end. She also chronicles for the first time her discovery of faith, without abandoning the love of the physical world that has been a hallmark of her work for four decades.
User reviews
LibraryThing member Jstarlight
I’m parched. The most terrible thing about this work is that I bought it. Mary Oliver brings the concept of trite to a brand new level of skill. There were several instances throughout reading her work that I wanted desperately to rip out my eyes. This sentiment came with all sorts of guilt as
Show More
well because this is supposedly her grand work of spiritual expression and exploration and typically that’s a labor I can appreciate. However, there’s something obnoxious about some people when they first “catch fire”, so to speak. They have a tendency to regurgitate century upon century of typical reactions to a spiritual life –and that’s all well and good because they find their own voice eventually. But I’m certain that a poet should never ever publish themselves in this state of being. Mary Oliver is about six years off of a good spiritual poem. Show Less
LibraryThing member tangledthread
I have a couple of collections of Mary Oliver's poems. Despite the fact that this is written as she mourns the loss of her partner of 40 some years, this collection seems less preoccupied with death than the earlier collections.
There are some beautiful pieces of hope and faith is this collection.
There are some beautiful pieces of hope and faith is this collection.
LibraryThing member Paul-the-well-read
One soaringly wonderful does, a couple of impressive ones, and a bunch of others.
LibraryThing member amandanan
Sometimes the Universe gives you exactly what you need, when you need it.
LibraryThing member jamestomasino
I adore Mary Oliver's words