isn’t darkness, after all,
but so much light
wrapping itself around us–
From White Owl Flies Into And Out Of The Field by Mary Oliver
Jan 17, 2019: I received news this morning that Mary Oliver had passed. I was shocked. Strange how just two days ago I had posted and sent out one of her beautiful, wise poems, Sunrise.
Later tonight I checked and the internet was flooded with the news. A friend forwarded this email from Suzanne Lawlor: RIP Mary Oliver. I am very sorry to share this sad news about Mary Oliver, one of my favorite poets. This is what was sent out today:
Mary Oliver, beloved poet and bard of the natural world, died on January 17 at home in Hobe Sound, Florida. She was 83.
Poet Mary Oliver
Oliver published her first book, No Voyage, in London in 1963, at the age…
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