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May 14, 2012


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Well this is simply divine. I thought that I would leave part of the comment that I made in an email to you about this poem. Your sunflowers add incredible light and brilliance. I think that the metaphor in Flare that resonates in me most deeply is her reference to "the iron thing they carried." I believe that I have been under the misapprehension that it was my lot in life to continue carrying that "iron thing" for my mother ( who did not always love her life) and my father (a poor boy with bad luck --a demon of frustrated dreams) who came before me. Somehow I believed that I was elected. I think that Oliver states it quite well when she says, " But I will not give them the kiss of complicity. I will not give them the responsibility for my life." I meant to say also that, I see some allusion to biblical metaphor there, knowing Oliver and her interest in the sacred. "The kiss of complicity" was, in a sense what Judas offered was it not when he fulfilled the role of traitor to Christ and gave him up to the Romans. It was the role expected of him, prophesied even. So too, it is often expected of children that they will carry the burdens and unhappiness of their parents on into their lives, but it should not be that way. I also love the fact that she enters into the world of the one who is grieving. She shows empathy. She doesn't tell you, "don't be silly and grieve all your life! She tells you instead to take that energy which is inevitably there and to use it for your own nourishment, to live fully as you say... I think that the "dark and nourishing bread of the poem" also has a sacred allusion. There is a eucharistic quality to it. The death of the narrator's parents is, in a great sense, her resurrection to life is it not? Beautiful post rebecca.

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I do love Mary Oliver and the photos were perfect...Michelle


I am so glad you posted this poem and love the way you've presented, the way your photographs enlighten it. Can't believe I've never read this poem of Oliver's before. Thanks, Rebecca. x0, N2




I realize now that they aren't sunflowers but daisies, yet they are so sunny that I was mistaken! :)


Thank you for these Mary Oliver poems, Rebecca. They are


i am in love with her poetry...beautiful...your yellow petals send the flare right out, licking in the life...xoxo


I had never read this poem before. It is so beautiful. And the photos are like a ray of sunshine.


When I was a little girl nanny took us to see a film. It was a Russian film whose name is lost in the fog of time. It was a fantasy where some scientist managed to filter the sun light into a single drop and there it was, a drop of sunlight.

For years when I see something as beautiful as these gorgeous flowers - the poem is not bad either, says she smiling - I am back in time and there they are, sunlight drops growing up and up to reach the sky again.
I am glad we share the same passions, and most of all I am glad we are in each others lives.

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