Mary Oliver
Books of Poetry (alphabetical).
Prose.
Editing.
Time Line.
Books.
Best American Poetry: 2006
(guest editor Billy Collins)
with "The Poet with His Face in His Hands".
Best American Poetry: 2000
(guest editor Rita Dove)
with "Work".
Best American Poetry: 1999
(guest editor Robert Bly)
with "Flare".
Best American Poetry: 1993
(guest editor Louise Glück) with
"Poppies".
Mary Oliver's tone relies heavily on the ecstatic and the shamanistic, on the throwing of her consciousness into various of the birds she writes about, and returning to her page to tell us what they feel and think. Use of the pathetic fallacy is so heavy that at times it is gushy, predictable, routine, and boring.
She is more successful (as in examples below for Owls and Other Fantasies) when she gives herself distance as an observer and metaphor maker.
Dream Work (1986).
Owls and Other Fantasies: poems and essays (2003).
Red Bird (2008).
Thirst (2006).
Why I Wake Early (2004).
| American Primitive (1983) |
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| Blue Iris: Poems and Essays (2004) |
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| Dream Work (1986) |
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| House of Light (1990) |
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| Leaf and the Cloud, (The) (2000, prose poem) |
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| New and Selected Poems Volume One (1992) |
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| New and Selected Poems Volume Two (2005) |
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| Night Traveler, (The) (1978) |
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| No Voyage and Other Poems (1963, first edition; 1965, expanded edition) |
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Owls and Other Fantasies (2003)
Blog entry. |
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Her tone relies heavily on the ecstatic and the shamanistic, on the throwing of her consciousness into various of the birds she writes about, and returning to her page to tell us what they feel and think. Use of the pathetic fallacy is so heavy that at times it is predictable, routine, and boring.
For me, Oliver is more successful as an observer and metaphor maker, as in the glorious "Little Owl Who Lives in the Orchard", whose (partial) opening stanza is:
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His beak could open a bottle, and his eyes [...] go on reading something just beyond your shoulder -- Blake, maybe, or the Book of Revelation. |
Similar success is in "White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field", whose center is:
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so I thought: maybe death isn't darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us -- as soft as feathers -- |
Included poems that appeared earlier in her books:
and one poem ("White Owl Flies Into and Out of the Field") that was previously published only in:
Periodicals in which some poems appeared are:
The essay ("Owls") first appeared in Orion and was reprinted in The Best American Essays 1996 and then in her own book:
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Red Bird (2008)
Blog entry. | ||
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One of her finest books. Favorite poems are many and include:
Still, there are so many small bodies in the world, for which I am afraid |
Pay attention. Be astonished. Tell about it. |
Data:
| River Styx, Ohio, and Other Poems, (The) (1972) |
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| Thirst (2006) |
Blog entry. |
Dedication: "For Molly Malone Cook (1925-2005)".
A book of love and loss. Favorite poems include:
Data:
| Twelve Moons (1978) |
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| West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems (1997) |
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| What Do We Know (2002) |
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| White Pine: Poems and Prose Poems (1994) |
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| Why I Wake Early (2004) |
Blog entry. |
Good (in a Mary-Oliver way) but nothing spectacular. Favorite poems include:
Data:
Winter hours: prose, prose poems, and poems (1999).
| Blue Pastures (1995) |
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| A Poetry Handbook (1994) |
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| Winter hours: prose, prose poems, and poems (1999) |
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| Blog entry. |
From her "Once":
| What is autobiography anyway but a story rich and impossible of completion -- an intense, careful, expressive, self-interested failure? |
| In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love, and the ability to ask questions. Which are, at the same time, the fires that warm us and the fires that scorch us. This is Poe's real story. And it is ours. ... [But] the later poems -- beginning with the volume West-Running Brook, say -- less commonly have that sense of a private man working at the conflicts in his life... The poems become, in the later books, entertainments and pronouncements. ... despair, wed to fortitude[,] ... is the dense emotion at the center of Frost's work. ... He could not hear the trill of the trees without the cry of the roots. |
| In the lyrical poems of Robert Frost there is almost always something wrong, a dissatisfaction or distress. ... We are hearing two different messages: everything is all right, say the meter and the rhyme; everything is not all right, say the words. ... He writes about our own inescapable destiny. |
| [A] poetry of rapture and pain, of the perfection of God and the awkwardness and imperfection of the poet. |
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[H]is was a sensibility so passionate, so affirmative and optimistic,
that it is fair to speak of him as writing out of a kind of hovering mystical cloud.
... "Song of Myself" is sprinkled with questions ...
More than sixty questions in all, and not one of them easily answerable.
Nor, indeed, are they presented for answers, but to force open the soul.
... It is supposed that a writer writes what he knows about knows well. It is not necessarily so. A writer's subject may just as well, if not more likely, be what the writer longs for and dreams about, in an unquenchable dream, in lush detail and harsh honesty. ... His message was clear from the first and never changed: that a better, richer life is available to us. ... his methods are endlessly suggestive rather than demonstrative, and ... their main attempt was to move the reader toward response rather than reflection. ... Brawn and spirit, we are built of light, and God is within us. This is the message of his long, honeyed harangue. |
I am a performing artist; I perform admiration.
Come with me, I want my poems to say. And do the same.
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Morning, for me, is the time of best work.
My conscious thought sings like a bird in a cage,
but the rest of me is singing too,
like a bird in the wind.
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In the act of writing a poem ... [w]hat I hear is almost a voice, almost a language. It is a second ocean, rising, singing in one's ear, or deep inside the ears, whispering in the recesses where one is less oneself than a part of some single indivisible community. Blake spoke of it as taking dictation. I am no Blake, yet I know the nature of what he meant. Every poet knows it. One learns the craft, and then casts off. One hopes for gifts. One hopes for direction. It is both physical and spooky. ... the first act of writing, for me, involves nothing more complicated than paper and pencil. The abilities of a typewriter or computer would not help in this act of slow and deep listening. |
Included poems that appeared earlier in her book:
Poems and essays were previously published in:
The essay ("Building the House") first appeared in Shenandoah and was reprinted in The Best American Essays 1990.
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100 Essential Modern Poems By Women (2008)
edited by Joseph Parisi and Kathleen Welton. |
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Books of Poetry Form.
Alphabetic list of poetry forms and related topics.
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J. Zimmerman, except for the quoted poems.
All rights reserved. |