In today's Sunday New York Times, on the Travel section, Mary Duenwald visits Provincetown using Mary Oliver's poetry as a guidebook.
excerpt:
To follow in Ms. Oliver’s footsteps is not to power walk, but to stroll and stop often to take in sights and sounds and feelings. As she told an interviewer 15 years ago: “When things are going well, you know, the walk does not get rapid or get anywhere: I finally just stop, and write. That’s a successful walk!”
Once, she added, she found herself in the woods with no pen and so later went around and hid pencils in some of the trees.
In her back pocket, Ms. Oliver carries a 3-by-5-inch hand-sewn notebook for recording impressions and phrases that often end up in poems, she explained in 1991. In that same essay, she also revealed a few of the entries, including these:
“The cry of the killdeer/like a tiny sickle.”
“little myrtle warblers/kissing the air”
“When will you have a little pity for/every soft thing/that walks through the world,/yourself included?”
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1 comment:
Ms. Oliver and the birds, yes indeed.
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