Our World weaves forty-nine of Cook’s photographs and selections from her journals with Oliver’s extended writings, both reminiscence and reflection, in prose and in poetry. As for the stones on the beach, forget it. pinprick well of sweetness. Available from: Molly Malone Cook, who died in, was Oliver’s partner for many years, a pioneer gallery owner and photographer. like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse. The ants bore into the peony bud and there is a dark. The ream of brand-new paper just opened, white as a block of snow it is to love the world. The hummingbird’s nest perched now in a corner of the bookshelf, in front of so many books of so many colors. So I tried with my eyes shut, but of course the birds. The two poached eggs. As though I were just as wonderful as the perfect moon. Just as one can hear the call of the wild geese, one can also hear the world calling, as well. What changes is an increased focus on nature and an increased precision with language that has made her one of our very best poets And when I’m awake, or awake enough he turns upside down, his four paws in the airThe tulip feels the heat and flaps its petals open and becomes a star. In the last two lines, Oliver explains what the world is saying to the reader: it is “ announcing your place in the family of things.” When death comes. The result is an intimate Oliver’s use of a simile in this section further connects the world, the reader, and nature. like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering; The colors of the old and beloved afghan lying by itself, on the couch, in the morning sun. Percy, meanwhile, leans against me and gazes up into my face. The buttered toast. to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes. were singing 2 volumes ;cm One of the astonishing aspects of [Oliver's] work is the consistency of tone over this long period. Little Dog’s Rhapsody in the Night He puts his cheek against mine and makes small, expressive sounds. like the measle-pox; when death comes. Each one could be set in gold.
Our World weaves forty-nine of Cook’s photographs and selections from her journals with Oliver’s extended writings, both reminiscence and reflection, in prose and in poetry. As for the stones on the beach, forget it. pinprick well of sweetness. Available from: Molly Malone Cook, who died in, was Oliver’s partner for many years, a pioneer gallery owner and photographer. like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse. The ants bore into the peony bud and there is a dark. The ream of brand-new paper just opened, white as a block of snow it is to love the world. The hummingbird’s nest perched now in a corner of the bookshelf, in front of so many books of so many colors. So I tried with my eyes shut, but of course the birds. The two poached eggs. As though I were just as wonderful as the perfect moon. Just as one can hear the call of the wild geese, one can also hear the world calling, as well. What changes is an increased focus on nature and an increased precision with language that has made her one of our very best poets And when I’m awake, or awake enough he turns upside down, his four paws in the airThe tulip feels the heat and flaps its petals open and becomes a star. In the last two lines, Oliver explains what the world is saying to the reader: it is “ announcing your place in the family of things.” When death comes. The result is an intimate Oliver’s use of a simile in this section further connects the world, the reader, and nature. like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering; The colors of the old and beloved afghan lying by itself, on the couch, in the morning sun. Percy, meanwhile, leans against me and gazes up into my face. The buttered toast. to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes. were singing 2 volumes ;cm One of the astonishing aspects of [Oliver's] work is the consistency of tone over this long period. Little Dog’s Rhapsody in the Night He puts his cheek against mine and makes small, expressive sounds. like the measle-pox; when death comes. Each one could be set in gold.
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