The New York Times has called Mary Oliver’s poems “thoroughly convincing – as genuine, moving, and implausible as the first caressing breeze of spring.” In this stunning collection of forty poems – nineteen previously unpublished – she writes of nature and love, of the way they transform over time. And the way they remain constant. And what did you think love would be like? A summer day? The brambles in their places, and the long stretches of mud? Flowers in every field, in every garden, with their soft beaks and their pastel shoulders? On one street after another, the litter ticks in the gutter. In one room after another, the lovers meet, quarrel, sicken, break apart, cry out. One or two leap from windows. Most simply lean, exhausted, their thin arms on the sill. They have done all they could. The golden eagle, that lives not far from here, has perhaps a thousand tiny feathers flowing from the back of its head, each one shaped like an infinitely small but perfect spear.
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- Sales Rank: #1285054 in Books
- Published on: 1997-05-28
- Original language:
English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: .55″ h x
7.20″ w x
8.55″ l,
.70 pounds
- Binding: Hardcover
- 63 pages
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Summary. The autumnal west wind sweeps along the leaves and “wingèd seeds.” The seeds will remain dormant until spring. The wind is thus a destroyer and a preserver.
- Sales Rank: #1285054 in Books
- Published on: 1997-05-28
- Original language:
English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: .55″ h x
7.20″ w x
8.55″ l,
.70 pounds
- Binding: Hardcover
- 63 pages
The New York Times has called Mary Oliver’s poems “thoroughly convincing – as genuine, moving, and implausible as the first caressing breeze of spring.” In this stunning collection of forty poems – nineteen previously unpublished – she writes of nature and love, of the way they transform over time. And the way they remain constant. And what did you think love would be like? A summer day? The brambles in their places, and the long stretches of mud? Flowers in every field, in every garden, with their soft beaks and their pastel shoulders? On one street after another, the litter ticks in the gutter. In one room after another, the lovers meet, quarrel, sicken, break apart, cry out. One or two leap from windows. Most simply lean, exhausted, their thin arms on the sill. They have done all they could. The golden eagle, that lives not far from here, has perhaps a thousand tiny feathers flowing from the back of its head, each one shaped like an infinitely small but perfect spear.
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12 of 13 people found the following review helpful.
Mary Oliver is a spiritual teacher as well as a poet.
By A Customer
I have treasured Mary Oliver’s poetry for a number of years. This new collection, West Wind, is both a departure and a development from her earlier work. Nature is her muse, and she still uses nature’s events as metaphors for spiritual awareness and growth – what’s new is looser, more varied poetic forms and a playfulness coupled with “death” as a recurring theme. Mary, at 60-plus, is facing mortality. As a reader, she can take me anywhere and I’m more than willing to go – even into death. She is not only my favorite poet, but my most important spiritual teacher as well. This book has a place in everyone’s poetry and/or dharma collection.
3 of 3 people found the following review helpful.
A positive review and a positively unusual request
By Mike Smith
This book, to me, is about as good as poetry gets. I’m not a guy who reads a lot of poetry, but I’ve always enjoyed reading Mary Oliver’s writing when I’m camping or exploring, and this book is among her best. She has an amazing feel for the natural world, and does a terrific job of transfering something as abstract as the feeling of a sunset into ordered, beautiful words. This is the kind of poetry even people who hate poetry might enjoy.My older sister gave me a copy of this book a couple of years before she committed suicide. The copy she gave me was full of notes she’d written to me throughout it, and I have searched everywhere for that copy. I think I must have left it somewhere, or given it away or thoughtlessly sold it before my sister died. If anyone out there ever comes across a used, paperback copy of “West Wind” inscribed to Mike from LeeAnne, I would pay almost anything to buy it from you.(No forgeries, please.)
4 of 5 people found the following review helpful.
One of my favorite poets
By A Customer
I have been waiting so long for new poems from Mary Oliver…and it was worth the wait. These are just as beautiful as the poems in White Pine, Twelve Moons, etc. I especially prize the way Oliver finds lessons about love and life from her observations of nature. Check it out, you won’t be disappointed
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