{"id":5004,"date":"2016-10-05T09:13:35","date_gmt":"2016-10-05T16:13:35","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/?p=5004"},"modified":"2016-10-05T09:13:35","modified_gmt":"2016-10-05T16:13:35","slug":"mary-oliver-mysteries-yes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poetry-chaikhana.com\/blog\/2016\/10\/05\/mary-oliver-mysteries-yes\/","title":{"rendered":"Mary Oliver – Mysteries, Yes"},"content":{"rendered":"

Mysteries, Yes
\nby Mary Oliver<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
\nto be understood.<\/p>\n

How grass can be nourishing in the
\nmouths of the lambs.
\nHow rivers and stones are forever
\nin allegiance with gravity
\nwhile we ourselves dream of rising.
\nHow two hands touch and the bonds
\nwill never be broken.
\nHow people come, from delight or the
\nscars of damage,
\nto the comfort of a poem.<\/p>\n

Let me keep my distance, always, from those
\nwho think they have the answers.<\/p>\n

Let me keep company always with those who say
\n\u201cLook!\u201d and laugh in astonishment,
\nand bow their heads.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/a> \u2014 from Evidence: Poems<\/a>, by Mary Oliver<\/font><\/p>\n


\/ Image by OlivierAccart<\/a> \/<\/em><\/font><\/p>\n

Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
\nto be understood.<\/i><\/p>\n

It is so easy to go about our lives and our world, relegating every encounter to the realm of the familiar. Everything can feel mundane, known, uninteresting. In our minds, we name each object or person or experience, we label and categorize, and so we move on, numb, thinking we know our lives. Yet, doing so, we have missed something essential.<\/p>\n

Though we may have known a person for a lifetime, each new encounter, each new moment, is an entirely new world. A familiar walk presents itself anew to us each day. Every square foot of ground, each new breath, the passing moment itself is a universe of marvels just waiting for us to pay attention once again. The way to drop that inured exterior is to hush the jaded mind, to simplify the purposes of the heart, and to open the eyes.<\/p>\n

That\u2019s when we discover the mysteries once again.<\/p>\n

Let me keep my distance, always, from those
\nwho think they have the answers.<\/I><\/p>\n

Nice to have answers. They give us a sense of certainty, solid ground, landmarks.<\/p>\n

But answers should be grasped loosely and occasionally allowed to slip away as we journey. Answers imply a certain vantage point. Every answer has a geometry to it. The individual stands at a point looking at some aspect of truth along a certain line of arc. Here\u2019s the thing: As we journey and grow, we ourselves change, the landscape changes, the view changes. This doesn\u2019t mean that the truth itself changes, but the angle has changed and perhaps the aspect of truth we are viewing has changed or expanded.<\/p>\n

The old answer is not less true from the original point-of-view, but it no longer accommodates the new position and view.<\/p>\n

This is why we should be cautious with people claiming THE answer. It implies stasis, rigidity. Such people are often stuck. Worse, their certainty is too often threatened by our movement and life.<\/p>\n

Does this mean no answers? Of course not. But true answers, answers that hold up from many positions and angles, must necessarily be open-ended, adaptable, and inclusive. Real answers must welcome new questions. And, when they cannot adapt, they must allow themselves to fall away in favor of more complete representations of truth.<\/p>\n

Of course, even the best \u201canswer\u201d is still but a description of truth, and not truth itself. When we want truth and not answers, we must go naked, free from artificial definitions, and encounter the entirety with mute astonishment.<\/p>\n

Let me keep company always with those who say
\n\u201cLook!\u201d and laugh in astonishment,
\nand bow their heads.<\/i><\/p>\n


\n

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<\/p>\n

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

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New and Selected Poems<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nWhy I Wake Early<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nDream Work<\/a><\/small><\/td>\nHouse of Light<\/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\"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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