At a memorial
The world of words is smaller today.
I cannot say I remember her because I don't remember much.
I cannot proclaim her my favorite poet that is someone else.
I read, perhaps reread, wonderful examples of her work scattered among the bouquets of superlatives,
left by others who are more familiar with her life's work.
What tribute, what thanks, what consolation can I leave?
Only tears,
and an oft repeated resolve to add more poetry to the world...
all too soon forgotten in the rain.
January 18, 2019
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[https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2017/11/27/what-mary-olivers-critics-dont-understand]
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zsr3ZZzH-MA] Mary Oliver reads from A Thousand Mornings
[https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/mary-oliver]
[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mary_Oliver]
https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/other/madonna-oprah-winfrey-and-more-remember-pulitzer-prize-winning-poet-mary-oliver/ar-BBSoL8x
https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/other/madonna-oprah-winfrey-and-more-remember-pulitzer-prize-winning-poet-mary-oliver/ar-BBSoL8x
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