Poetry Friday: At the Pond

January 9th, 2009

As usual, this week’s poem selection comes again from Bill Varner.

Mary Oliver’s poetry seems to embody James Wright’s idea of “the pure clear word,” which is a wonderful phrase, I think, for good writing. This poem, from Orion Magazine, simply stunned me with its devastating simplicity. (great magazine too if you haven’t seen it…)

At the Pond

One summer
I went every morning
to the edge of a pond where…

Read the rest of the poem here

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3 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Kelly Polark  |  January 9th, 2009 at 10:47 pm

    Thought provoking poem. I love nature, but there is always the survival of the fittest.

  • 2. cloudscome  |  January 10th, 2009 at 8:22 am

    Oliver just has those pure, clear words lined up for us, doesn’t she? Right to the heart of it. Thanks for sharing this one.

  • 3. Mary Lee  |  January 10th, 2009 at 11:37 am

    …the wingless one that had to stay….

    Yes, we should always take care of them and hold them in our hearts.

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