cryscross's review
2.0
i can respect having an intimate relationship with nature but i don't think it has to involve doing all the messed up stuff that she does! don't think i'll ever read a mary oliver poem the same way ever again...
jpark's review
emotional
funny
hopeful
informative
inspiring
lighthearted
mysterious
reflective
relaxing
sad
slow-paced
5.0
rachelhenrie's review
4.0
"The field I am looking at is perhaps twenty acres altogether, long and broad. The sun has not yet risen but is sending its first showers over the mountains, a kind of rehearsal, a slant light with a golden cast. [...] The light touches every blade of frozen grass, which then burns as a particular as well as part of the general view. [...] Neither does this first light miss the opportunity of the small pond, or the group of pine trees. And now : enough of silver, behold the pink, even a vague, unsurpassable flush of pale green. It is the performance of this hours only, the dawning of the day, fresh and ever new. This is to say nothing against afternoons, evenings, or even midnight. Each has its portion of the spectacular. But dawn - dawn is a gift. Much is revealed about a person by his or her passion, or indifference, to this opening of the door of day. No one who loves dawn, and is abroad to see it, could be a stranger to me."
(M. Oliver, 2016, 109-110)