A temple – or a green field – a place to enter, and in which to feel.

forest-woods-morning

Whitman kept me from the swamps of a worse uncertainty, and I lived many hours within the lit circle of his certainty, and his bravado. Unscrew the locks from the doors! Unscrew the doors themselves from their jambs! And there was the passion which he invested in the poems. The metaphysical curiosity! The oracular tenderness with which he viewed the world— its roughness, its differences, the stars, the spider— nothing was outside the range of his interest. I reveled in the specificity of his words. And his faith— that kept my spirit buoyant surely, though his faith was without a name that I ever heard of. Do you guess I have some intricate purpose? Well I have . . . for the April rain has, and the mica on the side of a rock has.

But first and foremost, I learned from Whitman that the poem is a temple— or a green field— a place to enter, and in which to feel. Only in a secondary way is it an intellectual thing— an artifact, a moment of seemly and robust wordiness— wonderful as that part of it is. I learned that the poem was made not just to exist, but to speak— to be company. It was everything that was needed, when everything was needed. I remember the delicate, rumpled way into the woods, and the weight of the books in my pack. I remember the rambling, and the loafing— the wonderful days when, with Whitman, I tucked my trowser-ends in my boots and went and had a good time.

~ Mary Oliver, from “My Friend Walt Whitman” in Upstream, Selected Essays


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  1. If only I could always sit with a poem as I do a friend…it is easy with Mary Oliver and others. That said, with some I struggle so hard to feel the beat of heart within…(& I got this in my inbox…I am officially so 😐 confused)

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  2. freddiegeorgia says:

    Oh to take a walk in the woods with Mary Oliver and Walt Whitman!

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  3. A star pupil. “I learned from Whitman that the poem is a temple – or a green field – a place to enter, and in which to feel.”…love this .

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  4. Grateful to Walt, Mary, Chris A. and DK for another lovely beginning.

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  5. Mary Oliver also wrote of the poem saying…

    “It wants to open itself,
    Like the door of a little temple,
    So that you might step inside and be cooled and refreshed,
    And less yourself
    than part of everything.”

    This one made my day, already.
    Thanks for sharing Mr.

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  6. makes you want to tuck in your trouser ends…………

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  7. and these are the things that remind us that we are alive.

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