A poem is about being ready tochange your mind. Mary Oliver knew that. Today, Mary Oliver died. And whole morainespale blue with blossoms swept the hillinside. She was one who knew boundaries, and whathonored her own name. Deviating into sensibility, she was one who made honey mesquite with words- so hard scanning the darkness, like a […]
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