This was a quiet evening read, and deserves rereading, as most poetry does. I love Mary Oliver for her attention to the natural world and the joy she shares being in it. I feel the same way being outside.
My favorite was this poem called Breakage. The images was so specific and perfect, I’ve seen shells just like these ’nothing at all hole or shut, but tattered, split.’ The shells tell a story, they are music, they are colorful and beautiful, even in pieces.
