Wandering Leaves of Passive Majesty

I hadn’t even the slightest of cravings for poetry before I read Mary Oliver’s American Primitive. It’s one of the most astounding pieces of anything that I’ve ever read and it turned me into a full-blown addict of the genre. That and also Ginsberg’s Howl, which is equally as moving in its own right. The thing about Oliver’s works however, is that they’re a play-by-play of the nature scene that some of us, if not most of us, wish we could physically experience at least once per day. She was a brilliant poet and will be missed. When I go outside and cast my glimpses on the backdrop symphony of any one moment, I’m immediately transported into the beauty of her forever inspiring and humble words.

(Photos taken by me.)


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