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Amor Fati
Posted: Wednesday, March 28, 2018 9:23 PM
Joined: 1/9/2016
Posts: 86


 

“In Praise of Craziness, Of A Certain Kind”
By Mary Oliver

On cold evenings
my grandmother,
with ownership of half her mind —
the other half having flown back to Bohemia —

spread newspapers over the porch floor
so, she said, the garden ants could crawl beneath,
as under a blanket, and keep warm,

and what shall I wish for, for myself,
but, being so struck by the lightning of years,
to be like her with what is left, that loving.

 

I love this poem. Some time ago, my beloved moved from the head into the heart. Kindness to animals and rejoicing in the beauty of flowers rule his day. I get to see the world through his eyes.


BlossomsPack
Posted: Thursday, March 29, 2018 7:07 AM
Joined: 2/21/2018
Posts: 83


Hi, Amor, I have often enjoyed Mary Oliver's poems and didn't know she had one particular to memory loss. That's a nice poem and thanks for finding it and posting it here. It's a gentle observation, so nicely put.
Amor Fati
Posted: Thursday, March 29, 2018 10:18 AM
Joined: 1/9/2016
Posts: 86


BlossomsPack wrote:
Hi, Amor, I have often enjoyed Mary Oliver's poems and didn't know she had one particular to memory loss. That's a nice poem and thanks for finding it and posting it here. It's a gentle observation, so nicely put.

Thank you, Blossom, for your comment. I also enjoy Mary Oliver’s poems. They seem to get to the soul of things. Wishing you a good day.
TiggerPooh
Posted: Thursday, March 29, 2018 2:11 PM
Joined: 2/15/2018
Posts: 94


Amor Fati wrote:

 

“In Praise of Craziness, Of A Certain Kind”
By Mary Oliver

On cold evenings
my grandmother,
with ownership of half her mind —
the other half having flown back to Bohemia —

spread newspapers over the porch floor
so, she said, the garden ants could crawl beneath,
as under a blanket, and keep warm,

and what shall I wish for, for myself,
but, being so struck by the lightning of years,
to be like her with what is left, that loving.

 

I love this poem. Some time ago, my beloved moved from the head into the heart. Kindness to animals and rejoicing in the beauty of flowers rule his day. I get to see the world through his eyes.

I, also, wish to have the part of me that is left the part that is loving.
Sunrise-Addict
Posted: Friday, March 30, 2018 11:25 AM
Joined: 3/26/2018
Posts: 49


I have read Mary Oliver and wasn't familiar with this particular poem. Thanks for pointing it out. Interesting perspective.
ThisLittlePiggie
Posted: Friday, March 30, 2018 1:11 PM
Joined: 2/19/2018
Posts: 44


Such a comforting poem.
Alexander_Green
Posted: Saturday, March 31, 2018 3:21 AM
Joined: 3/9/2018
Posts: 37


Nice poem.