“Listen, are you breathing just a little and calling it a life?” – Mary Oliver (1935-2019)
To Do Today: “Instructions for living a life: Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it.” – Mary Oliver (1935-2019)
Mary Oliver’s Deep, Direct Love for the World
Stephanie Burt, The New Yorker
“The utmost of ambition,” Robert Frost once wrote, “is to lodge a few poems where they will be hard to get rid of”: not on university syllabi but in the memory of a generation. Few poets achieved that ambition more evidently, or more obviously, than Mary Oliver, who died, in Florida, in January, at eighty-three. Though she grew up in Ohio and spent her last years in warmer climes, Oliver and her poetry cleaved closely for most of her adult life to Truro and Provincetown, Massachusetts, to the rocks, birds, mollusks, stunning sunrises, roaming mammals, and thin forests of Cape Cod.
Read the full obit here.