Blue Horses - Mary Oliver
Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually. Maybe the desire to make something beautifulis the piece of God that is inside each of us. In this stunning collection, Mary Oliver returns to the imagery that has defined her life's work.
Herons, sparrows, owls and kingfishers flit across the page in meditations on love, artistry and impermanence. Whether considering a bird's nest, the seeming patience of oak trees or the paintings of Franz Marc, Mary Oliver reminds us of the transformative power of attention and how much can be contained within the smallest moments. Blue Horses asks what it truly means to belong to this world and to live in it attuned to all its changes.
'To be human,' she shows us, 'is to sing your own song'.
Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually. Maybe the desire to make something beautifulis the piece of God that is inside each of us. In this stunning collection, Mary Oliver returns to the imagery that has defined her life's work.
Herons, sparrows, owls and kingfishers flit across the page in meditations on love, artistry and impermanence. Whether considering a bird's nest, the seeming patience of oak trees or the paintings of Franz Marc, Mary Oliver reminds us of the transformative power of attention and how much can be contained within the smallest moments. Blue Horses asks what it truly means to belong to this world and to live in it attuned to all its changes.
'To be human,' she shows us, 'is to sing your own song'.
Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually. Maybe the desire to make something beautifulis the piece of God that is inside each of us. In this stunning collection, Mary Oliver returns to the imagery that has defined her life's work.
Herons, sparrows, owls and kingfishers flit across the page in meditations on love, artistry and impermanence. Whether considering a bird's nest, the seeming patience of oak trees or the paintings of Franz Marc, Mary Oliver reminds us of the transformative power of attention and how much can be contained within the smallest moments. Blue Horses asks what it truly means to belong to this world and to live in it attuned to all its changes.
'To be human,' she shows us, 'is to sing your own song'.
