I got a wonderful birthday present yesterday – a book of poems by Mary Oliver. I am no Oliver expert. I confess that I did not know who she was until yesterday, but today, I am a fan. A newly-initiated fan, but a fan nonetheless.
Since obtaining this wonderful book, I realized that I had heard Ms. Oliver’s words before. She is the author of this quote here, which I had seen painted on wood in Eastern Market a while back. It’s lovely:
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
If this life is anything, it’s certainly wild and precious. And when it’s too-much wild and too-little precious, I think poetry can be a way to find the precious in the wild.
And so I commend to you the glorious Mary Oliver, who gave me these words today:
When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
She’s wise, this one, and I’m planning to let her teach me. But mostly I’m planning to bask in the beauty of well strung-together words. And enjoying it immensely.