Mary Oliver

Earlier this month I shared the poem, Wild Geese, from one of my favorite poets, Mary Oliver.

The very next day I happened to hear a portion of an interview with the late poet on NPR, in which she described her traumatic childhood. A victim of sexual abuse from a very early age, Ms. Oliver turned to nature and to words to save herself. And while many of her poems are rooted in her love of the natural world, some address the abuse she survived.

Her powerful poem, Rage, deals with the hard truths of her young life.

Another poem, A Visitor, focuses on the aftermath.

I had no idea these poems existed—that this woman who wrote such beautiful words about nature also wrote soul-wrenching poetry about the dark horrors she endured as a child. I wanted to save this little girl, but she saved herself instead. I guess, in the end, we all do the same. If we’re lucky.

Peace, people.

Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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