![]() ![]() My husband and I even filled out medical advanced directive statements recently. I've been thinking about end-of-life scenarios because of all the deaths due to COVID-10 these days. It always seems that Oliver is talking about one thing when suddenly she is talking about something much broader and more universal like this in the poem "Swans": What we love, shapely and pure, / is not to be held, / but to be believed in. Parts of just about every poem spoke to me. Out of the haul I plucked this small volume of poems to read first, my soul felt just parched in need of a long drink of refreshment by my favorite poet. Apparently one mustn't sit at home during a pandemic and blithely place holds on all the library books one wants or they will all arrive at once. It was part of a big haul of books, totaling fifteen books in all. Evidence: Poems by Mary Oliver arrived in my car truck when the library started curbside checkouts last week. ![]()
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