Welcome Back, Sophomores!
AGENDA:
1. Introduction/Review Course Criteria/
2. About Mary Oliver
3. Exercise: Poetry Imitation--Imitate a Mary Oliver Poem
https://projectreadutah.blogspot.com/2009/02/imitatingcopying-poetry.html
The Deer
You never know.
The body of night opens
like a river, it drifts upward like white smoke,
The body of night opens
like a river, it drifts upward like white smoke,
like so many wrappings of mist.
And on the hillside two deer are walking along
just as though this wasn’t
And on the hillside two deer are walking along
just as though this wasn’t
the owned, tilled earth of today
but the past.
I did not see them the next day, or the next,
but the past.
I did not see them the next day, or the next,
but in my mind’s eye –
there they are, in the long grass,
like two sisters.
there they are, in the long grass,
like two sisters.
This is the earnest work. Each of us is given
only so many mornings to do it –
to look around and love
only so many mornings to do it –
to look around and love
the oily fur of our lives,
the hoof and the grass-stained muzzle.
Days I don’t do this
the hoof and the grass-stained muzzle.
Days I don’t do this
I feel the terror of idleness,
like a red thirst.
Death isn’t just an idea.
like a red thirst.
Death isn’t just an idea.
When we die the body breaks open
like a river;
the old body goes on, climbing the hill.
like a river;
the old body goes on, climbing the hill.
~ Mary Oliver ~
5.More about writing poetry:
https://www.creative-writing-now.com/how-to-write-a-poem.html
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