Mary Oliver, R.I.P.
“Tell me what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” she asks.
Winner of the Pulitzer Prize and National Book Award and a writer whose work sold well—no small feat for a poet, Mary Oliver, who died in January, thought poetry should not be “fancy.” Indeed, it was loved for its accessibility and practicality, abruptly pulling its preoccupied reader into a timely world of connection and utility.
For example: “I go down to the shore in the morning and depending on the hour, the waves are rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable, what shall—what should I do? And the sea says in its lovely voice: Excuse me, I have work to do."