“Spring” by Mary Oliver
Spring Somewhere a black bear has just risen from sleep and is staring down the mountain. All night in the brisk and shallow restlessness of…
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Continue reading →The Tyger Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant…
Continue reading →Do poems about dogs qualify as mystical poetry? Mary Oliver’s certainly do. My definition of mystical poetry is any poem “that describes or evokes an…
Continue reading →She came among us like a wild creature fresh from the forest, wearing a tunic of green, wreath of flowers in her hair. Orpheus returned,…
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