"My grandmother stood among her kettles and ladles.
Smiling, in faulty grammar,
She praised my fortune and urged my lofty career.
So to please her I studiedbut I will remember always
How she poured confusion out, how she cooled and labeled
All the wild sauces of the brimming year." Mary Oliver (b. 1935), U.S. poet. "Answers," lines 11-16 (1972). |
"Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty basket; you put your life into it and make something out of that." Mary Oliver (b. 1935), U.S. poet. Georgia Review, p. 733 (Winter 1981). |
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