Mary Oliver, an American Poet
April 15th, 2008 at 11:09 AM by Dieter
 I just recently discovered the poet Mary Oliver after hearing one of her poems last Sunday at Adam’s church Bellingham Unitarian. She is an American poet, born in 1935 in Maple Heights, Ohio. Her works have a focus on the natural world, and she is often compared to Whitman and Thoreau. Her many honors as a poet include the Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. To my knowledge she currently resides in Provincetown, Massachusetts.
THE FISH
The first fish
I ever caught
would not lie down
quiet in the pail
but flailed and sucked
at the burning
amazement of the air
and died
in the slow pouring off
of rainbows. Later
I opened his body and separated
the flesh from the bones
and ate him. Now the sea
is in me: I am the fish, the fish
glitters in me; we are
risen, tangled together, certain to fall
back to the sea. Out of pain,
and pain, and more pain
we feed this feverish plot, we are nourished
by the mystery.
1 day, 6 hours later
I dont care how brilliant she is, She’s just too ugly for me.
Yes i am fully aware that I will burn in hell, however im pretty sure that ugly people go to hell too.
1 day, 6 hours later
I knew the moment that I found this picture of this lady that you would say those exact words, I knew it!!!
9 days, 20 hours later
Dieter I have to agree with Chels this lady as you so call her really resembles a man but the way she is posing suggests she is ill or really frail and weak looking.