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Indlæser... Winter Hours: Prose, Prose Poems, and Poemsaf Mary Oliver
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Bliv medlem af LibraryThing for at finde ud af, om du vil kunne lide denne bog. Der er ingen diskussionstråde på Snak om denne bog. In Winter Hours Mary Oliver wrote that without the natural world she could not be a poet. There are several essays about other poets in this fairly short book. The author's writing about her own connection to the natural world made me with I had discovered her before her death. Her mention of her life partner, another woman identified only by an initial, seemed very sad. To have to hide away like that. I will be looking for more of Mary Oliver's poetry. It seems like you can't go wrong with Mary Oliver. I enjoyed this lovely, deeply introspective collection of essays and poems. I feel that she truly lives by her teachings "to observe with passion, to think with patience, to live always care-ingly." There is much to ponder and savor in this slim collection. On the subject of writing poetry, Oliveris the most enlightened and enlightening author I have read – Susan Salter Reynolds Oliver is never better company than she is in his extraordinary gathering of nine essays, accompanied by a brief selection of new prose poems and poems. With the grace and precision have won her legions of admirers, Oliver talks here of turtle eggs and housebuilding, her surprise at the sudden powerful flight of swans, of the thousand unbreakable links between each of us and everything else. ingen anmeldelser | tilføj en anmeldelse
From the winner of the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award, her most personal book yet "What good company Mary Oliver is!" the Los Angeles Times has remarked. And never more so than in this extraordinary and engaging gathering of nine essays, accompanied by a brief selection of new prose poems and poems. (One of the essays has been chosen as among the best of the year by THE BEST AMERICAN ESSAYS 1998, another by The Anchor Essay Annual.) With the grace and precision that have won her legions of admirers, Oliver talks here of turtle eggs and housebuilding, of her surprise at an unexpected whistling she hears, of the "thousand unbreakable links between each of us and everything else." She talks of her own poems and of some of her favorite poets: Poe, writing of "our inescapable destiny," Frost and his ability to convey at once that "everything is all right, and everything is not all right," the "unmistakably joyful" Hopkins, and Whitman, seeking through his poetry "the replication of a miracle." And Oliver offers us a glimpse as well of her "private and natural self-something that must in the future be taken into consideration by any who would claim to know me." No library descriptions found. |
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Of course I loved it. And there was a wonderful moment of serendipity in discovering an essay on Walt Whitman and Leaves of Grass among Oliver's essay here, so soon after I had just read Leaves of Grass for the first time. I wouldn't necessarily say that Oliver's essays are as good as her poems, but I would say they provide some fascinating glimpses and insights that will enrich my appreciation of her going forward. (Except, perhaps, the essay on eating snapping turtle eggs, which I had a visceral knee-jerk reaction against, that I have not yet attempted to talk myself round from.) ( )