And speaking of “noticers”, a belated Valentine goes out to Mary Oliver –
beloved poet, queen of noticing.
beloved poet, queen of noticing.
Oliver sees “great hands of light…” and “clear pebbles of rain…” and “the broken cupboard of the clam…”
She asks, “How does any of us live in this world?”
She asks, “What is the name of the deep breath I would take over and over for all of us?”
She asks the fire to “put on its red hat and sing …”
Her poems pay attention to mushrooms and geese and the tongues of toads, to music and to stars.
They behold, she beholds:
How blue is the sea, how blue is the sky,
how blue and tiny and redeemable everything is, even you…
“Queen of noticing” — very nice. So true. I lurv her! — Jules at Seven Impossible Things Before Breakfast
Hooray for ALL the noticers!
The kindergarten ones, and Mary Oliver, and YOU for noticing THEM!
Mary Lee
A Year of Reading