Eph (they, them) started reading Poetry Handbook by Mary Oliver
I spent time with MO a few times in Provincetown at a cabin she had on the ocean beach (we played bridge mostly). I am ashamed to say at the time I had no idea who she was. She was introduced as a poet and writer but in Ptown then, that was a common vocation/avocation. At the time, she was as old as I am now I think, I was 30. My life at the time was dropping in and out of different colleges, with different majors, and hopping around the country seasonally to where the gay parties were going on. It is poetically sad that only in my late age I realized who she was and how profound and artistic she was. I wish I could meet her again but at least I have her poetry. We are eager to read this book and give our hand at poetry …
I spent time with MO a few times in Provincetown at a cabin she had on the ocean beach (we played bridge mostly). I am ashamed to say at the time I had no idea who she was. She was introduced as a poet and writer but in Ptown then, that was a common vocation/avocation. At the time, she was as old as I am now I think, I was 30. My life at the time was dropping in and out of different colleges, with different majors, and hopping around the country seasonally to where the gay parties were going on. It is poetically sad that only in my late age I realized who she was and how profound and artistic she was. I wish I could meet her again but at least I have her poetry. We are eager to read this book and give our hand at poetry in a more educated sense.
