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In this poem, Mary Oliver explores the frisky and mysterious nature of the world, where lightning, rain, wind, and flowers are part of a cosmic dance. She asks us to look beyond the surface and see the beauty and connection in everything, from the mountains to the seed.
9 kwi 2011 · Doesn't the wind, turning in circles, invent the dance? Haven't the flowers moved, slowly, across Asia, then Europe, until at last, now, they shine in your own yard? Don't call this world an explanation, or even an education.
Mary Oliver - Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End? Don’t call this world adorable, or useful, that’s not it. It’s frisky, and a theater for more than fair winds. The eyelash of lightning is neither good nor evil. The struck tree burns like a pillar of gold. whose mouths open.
Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End? Don’t call this world adorable, or useful, that’s not it. It’s frisky, and a theater for more than fair winds.
27 lip 1998 · Pulitzer-prize winning poet and National Book Award winner, Mary Oliver, provides a graceful manual on the mechanics of poetical composition. "True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, / As those move easiest who have learned to dance,” wrote Alexander Pope.
Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End?: Don't call this world adorable, or useful, that's not it. It's frisky, and a theater for more than fair winds. The eyelash of lightning is neither good nor evil. The struck tree burns like a pillar of gold. But the blue rain sinks, straight to the white.
Rules for the Dance: A Handbook for Writing and Reading Metrical Verse. Mary Oliver. Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1998 - Language Arts & Disciplines - 194 pages. For both readers and writers of...
