Friday, September 28, 2012

the uses of sorrow

-mary oliver
from her book, thirst, beacon press, boston, 2006

mary oliver is one of my favorite contemporary poets. i received a copy of her book, thirst, in the mail today from a dear friend and spent a few hours browsing its pages under the trees down by the river with sachi dozing at my feet. i found this short poem to be quite deep in meaning. it overwhelmed me and i sat there in the shade as tears ran down my cheeks. not tears of sadness. nor of joy. but...of release. suddenly, so much made sense and was at peace...

i believe there is a story cloth in this poem. i shall have to listen to the whispers and see what emerges...



  1. Poignant .... and yes, definately a cloth in those words.

    Jacky xox

  2. Those are the special moments...
    a break through.
    Thank you for sharing it.

  3. mary oliver has the ability to touch us in places we didn't know were there. she reminds me of jude a lot. different mediums.

  4. Thank you for these lines. They perfectly describe where I'm at. I've put the book on my wish list.

  5. I've also put the book on my list. Love your blog. Thanks.

  6. She's just the bees knees (whatever that really means) I love her simple, profound wisdom and her elegant and keen observation of life and land, she's truly a gift to the world. Seems like the moment was ripe for you to read this and GET it. Look forward to seeing what flows from this moment in cloth...

  7. beautiful poem. i wonder what will come of this from & for you?
    i found thoughts & tears this weekend that want to be a story cloth, too.
    take care.