Author of AGAINST A DARKENING SKY, THE EMPTY ROOM, OUR DAILY BREAD, and others. Find out more at www.LaurenBDavis.com. I read as if my sanity depended upon it.. . . oh, wait, it does! Snort.
Richard Caras said, "Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole." How true.
Poet Mary Oliver, whose work has garnered the Pulitzer and the National Book Award, turns her eye on dogs. The poems elebrate the canine companions who have enriched the author's world, exploring how they have accompanied her walks, inspired her work and served as life guides. She's one of literature's great dog-lovers and every poem elevates both subject and reader.
Naturally, Oliver being Oliver, she uses dog-sensibility (if you will) to direct the reader to the spiritual truth, the sacredness of the world and every ordinary moment. Her poetry is deceptively simple, and easily accessible. That makes it no less profound. Consider:
"I had a dog who loved flowers. Briskly she went through the fields, yet paused for the honeysuckle or the rose, her dark head and her wet nose touching the face of every one with its petals of silk with its fragrance rising . . . into the air where the bees, their bodies heavy with pollen, hovered — and easily she adored every blossom, not in the serious, careful way that we choose this blossom or that blossom — the way we praise or don't praise — the way we love or don't love — but the way we long to be — that happy in the heaven of earth — that wild, that loving."