Wednesday, March 23, 2011
I am a lover of spring. Many of us have acknowledged lately that we feel ourselves coming alive out of our winter hibernation, feel the earth moving under our feet, feel life coursing through our veins.
Ah spring! How it caresses us back to life.
And...I guess you could say that I have in recent years become a Mary Oliver devotee...and here is just one of the many reasons why:
Look, it's spring. And last year's loose dust has turned
into this soft willingness. The wind-flowers have come
up trembling, slowly the brackens are up-lifting their
curvaceous and pale bodies. The thrushes have come
home, none less than filled with mystery, sorrow,
happiness, music, ambition.
And I am walking out into all of this with nowhere to
go and no task undertaken but to turn the pages of
this beautiful world over and over, in the world of my mind.
* * *
Therefore, dark past,
I'm about to do it.
I'm about to forgive you
~ Mary Oliver ~
from WHAT DO WE KNOW: Poems and Prose Poems
Oliver and beloved Percy
I Ask Percy How I Should Live My Life
Love, love, love, says Percy.
And hurry as fast as you can
along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.
Then, go to sleep.
Give up your body heat, your beating heart.
~ Mary Oliver ~
from The Truro Bear and Other Adventures
Mary Oliver's poetry is grounded in memories of Ohio and her adopted home of New England. Influenced by both Whitman and Thoreau, she is known for her clear and poignant observances of the natural world. Her poems are filled with imagery from her daily walks near her home in Provincetown, Massachusetts. Maxine Kumin calls Oliver "a patroller of wetlands in the same way that Thoreau was an inspector of snowstorms" and "an indefatigable guide to the natural world." Oliver has also been compared to Emily Dickinson, with whom she shares an affinity for solitude and interior monologues. Her poetry combines dark introspection with joyous release. Oliver is also known for her unadorned language and accessible themes.
A "taste" of Dickenson:
Friday I tasted life.
It was a vast morsel.
A Circus passed the house --
still I feel the red in my mind though the drums are out.
The Lawn is full of south and the odors tangle,
and I hear today for the first time
the river in the tree.
A lovely interview with Mary Oliver:
Thanks, Vivian (SMASHY1) for sharing this with me!
Monday, March 21, 2011
Today I picked up the Specialized Vita Sport from my local bike shop, The Ride! I'm astounded at its responsiveness, speed, lightness...and sleek beauty!
Carol (DAISY443) commands...in a nice way, of course: "Well, Maha, my friend, we need pics, please!" And Maha acts!
I loved MZZCHIEF's feed comment: "So happy you have found yourself a special stead to ride into Spring!"
(BTW, The Three Faces of not-Eve are "Ms. Chef," "Ms. Chief" and, most emphatically, "Mischief"!)
Don (DDOORN) said, "VERY nice news of your new ride!"
Isn't she lovely!
Vita Sport features and specs:
Don must have a Specialized, because he said, "I might be a tad partial to the brand...lol, but there are great reviews of it too!"
To answer Carol's question about beloved Trek, not on your life "RIP!" As Vivian (SMASHY1) said, part of the motivation to replace the Trek is that a friend has been using it quite a bit lately and is in need of a bicycle. The Trek has many more service-ful miles ahead.
Some photos of the beloved 14-yr. old Trek, with maintenance, new seat, and other miscellaneous spiffing up completed, as given to my friend. And the owner of the bike shop did not charge me for the maintenance, knowing what I was doing with the Trek!
And just-for-fun, some bumper *graffiti art* on my "other" rides, the Honda Civic and Toyota Dolphin:
Between "Kill Your TV" and "Live Aloha" is a co-exist peace symbol with a car on one side and a bicycle on the other. The faded one between two Obama stickers is "Stretch Your Horizons" referring to yoga.
"Harmony" is on one side of "Coexist" and "Yogaville" is on the other side.
Monday, March 21, 2011
~ walking the monastery labyrinth Saturday night under the full moon's shimmering glow shining through the trees, occasional passing clouds adding graphic beauty and striking shadow-shows
~ the warbling of unnamed birds going crazy with joy
~ light breezes caressing my sun-warmed skin this morning
~ my new *ride* ready to be picked up, a Specialized 2011 Vita Sport road bike
...all this (and more) contributes to my celebration today -- along with Delmore Schwartz's variation on a theme by Rilke of the glory, the feeling of the newness of life, and the hopefulness -- of SPRING!
Cliff Lake and the Tatoosh Range, Mt. Rainer National Park, WA
Spring has returned! Everything has returned!
The earth, just like a schoolgirl, memorizes
Poems, so many poems. ... Look, she has learned
So many famous poems, she has earned so many prizes!
Teacher was strict. We delighted in the white
Of the old man's beard, bright like the snow's:
Now we may ask which names are wrong, or right
For "blue," for "apple," for "ripe." She knows, she knows!
Lucky earth, let out of school, now you must play
Hide-and-seek with all the children every day:
You must hide that we may seek you: we will! We will!
The happiest child will hold you. She knows all the things
You taught her: the word for "hope," and for "believe,"
Are still upon her tongue. She sings and sings and sings.
~ Delmore Schwartz ~
(Last & Lost Poems)
Such beauty Schwartz shared from within his tortured soul:
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
I cannot describe how very cogent this e. e. cummings is for me right here, right now:
let it go - the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise - let it go it
was sworn to
let them go - the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers - you must let them go they
let all go - the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things - let all go
so comes love
~ e. e. cummings ~
(Complete Poems 1904-1962)
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