{"id":4961,"date":"2016-09-12T07:08:28","date_gmt":"2016-09-12T14:08:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=4961"},"modified":"2016-09-12T07:08:28","modified_gmt":"2016-09-12T14:08:28","slug":"mary-oliver-the-journey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2016\/09\/12\/mary-oliver-the-journey\/","title":{"rendered":"Mary Oliver – The Journey"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Journey
\nby Mary Oliver<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

One day you finally knew
\nwhat you had to do, and began,
\nthough the voices around you
\nkept shouting
\ntheir bad advice\u2013
\nthough the whole house
\nbegan to tremble
\nand you felt the old tug
\nat your ankles.
\n\u201cMend my life!\u201d
\neach voice cried.
\nBut you didn\u2019t stop.
\nYou knew what you had to do,
\nthough the wind pried
\nwith its stiff fingers
\nat the very foundations,
\nthough their melancholy
\nwas terrible.
\nIt was already late
\nenough, and a wild night,
\nand the road full of fallen
\nbranches and stones.
\nBut little by little,
\nas you left their voices behind,
\nthe stars began to burn
\nthrough the sheets of clouds,
\nand there was a new voice
\nwhich you slowly
\nrecognized as your own,
\nthat kept you company
\nas you strode deeper and deeper
\ninto the world,
\ndetermined to do
\nthe only thing you could do\u2013
\ndetermined to save
\nthe only life you could save.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a> \u2014 from Dream Work<\/a>, by Mary Oliver<\/font><\/p>\n


\/ Image by along mekong<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

Saturday was Mary Oliver\u2019s birthday. I posted this poem on the Poetry Chaikhana Facebook page and people really responded to it. I thought I should share it with the wider Poetry Chaikhana email list today.<\/p>\n

I hope this inspires some courage for the journey \u2014 your own journey.<\/p>\n

(And Happy Birthday, Mary Oliver. Thank you for all of your wonderful, quietly transformative poetry through the years.)<\/p>\n


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<\/a>Recommended Books: Mary Oliver<\/font><\/b><\/p>\n\n

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<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Why I Wake Early<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nNew and Selected Poems<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nHouse of Light<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nDream Work<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nThirst: Poems<\/a><\/small><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
More Books >><\/a><\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

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\n<\/p>\n\n\n
\n\"Mary<\/a>\n<\/td>\n\nMary Oliver<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

US (1935 \u2013 )
\nSecular or Eclectic<\/a><\/a>
\n<\/a><\/a><\/em>\n<\/td>\n

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Mary Oliver was born in Cleveland, Ohio in 1935.<\/p>\n

As a young writer, Mary Oliver was influenced by Edna St. Vincent Millay and, in fact, as a teenager briefly lived in the home of the recently deceased Millay, helping to organize Millay\u2019s papers.<\/p>\n

Mary Oliver attended college at Ohio State University, and later at Vassar College.<\/p>\n

Mary Oliver\u2019s poetry is deeply aware of the natural world, particularly the birds and trees and ponds of her adopted state of Massachusetts.<\/p>\n

Her collection of poetry \u201cAmerican Primitive\u201d won the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry in 1984.<\/p>\n

More poetry by Mary Oliver<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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