Mary Oliver died today.
I learned about this in the morning. I’m home sick from work and I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind all day. I have found comfort in so much of her work while struggling with heartbreak and grief.
I just copied “The Summer Day” into a notebook. Everyone quotes the last two lines: “Tell me, what is it you plan to do/with your one wild and precious life?” which, when taken out of context, seems to be an uncomplicated call to action. Oliver tells us, in the same poem: “I do know […] how to be idle and blessed” and challenges the reader, instead: “Tell me, what else should I have done?”
And the answer is nothing. How lucky we were to have shared the planet with this woman, who followed her own instructions on how to live life to a T: “Pay attention./Be astonished./Tell about it.”
Rest in peace.