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  • jjflashjjflash Posts: 3,767
    brianlux said:
    Ms. Haiku said:

    West Wind, 2, by Mary Oliver

    You are young. So you know everything. You leap
    into the boat and begin rowing. But, listen to me.
    Without fanfare, without embarrassment, without
    any doubt, I talk directly to your soul. Listen to me.
    Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and
    your heart, and heart’s little intelligence, and listen to
    me. There is life without love. It is not worth a bent
    penny, or a scuffed shoe. It is not worth the body of a
    dead dog nine days unburied. When you hear, a mile
    away and still out of sight, the churn of the water
    as it begins to swirl and roil, fretting around the
    sharp rocks—when you hear that unmistakable
    pounding—when you feel the mist on your mouth
    and sense ahead the embattlement, the long falls
    plunging and steaming—then row, row for your life
    toward it.
    I posted this in 2012, but Mary Oliver past away this week, and I keep thinking of this poem.
    I heard about that as well.  What a great poet and essayist.  Sad to hear of her passing.
    Ditto, Brian. I just recently found her work. Krista Tippett w/ On Being re-aired an interview she did w/ Mary in 2015ish. Definitely worth a listen. RIP, Mary. Grateful that'll her voice will continue thru her poems.
  •                                                                                       Imaginary Places

    Reading, we are allowed to follow someone else's train of thought as it starts off for an imaginary place.  This train has been produced for us--or rather materialized and extended until it is almost nothing like the ephemeral realizations with which we are familiar.  To see words pulled one by one  into existence is to intrude on a privacy of sorts.  But we are familiar with the contract between spectator and performer.  Now the text isn't a train but an actress model who takes off her school uniform piece by piece alone with the camera man.  She's a good girl playing at being bad, all the time knowing better.  She invites us to join her in that knowledge.  But this is getting us nowhere.

    (2002)
    Rae Armantrout
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