Welcome to my blog. Each week I will be featuring a poet or poetry collection that I love.
Blue Horses, a poetry collection by Mary Oliver, has been a recent and pleasant discovery. She focuses on many different themes, from observing a bird’s nest to the marvelous art work of Franz Marc, from which she draws her title and whose famous 1913 depiction of blue horses can be seen on the book’s cover.
Here are a couple of my favorite stanzas:
I don’t want to be demure or respectable.
I was that way, asleep, for years.
That way, you forget too many important things.
How little stones, even if you can’t hear them, are singing.
(From “I don’t want to be demure or respectable”)
It really wasn’t so far from town, but it seemed
all the clocks in the world had stopped counting.
So it was hard to suppose the usual rules applied.
Sometimes there’s only a hint, a possibility.
What’s magical, sometimes, has deeper roots than reason.
I hope everyone knows that.
(From “Such Silence”)
Blue Horses, Mary Oliver, Penguin Press, New York, 2014