Poetry

Sleeping in the Forest: my love affair with poetry, part 2

One of the first contemporary poems I loved was Sleeping in the Forest, by Mary Oliver. To adequately love a poem, you must prepare its dwelling place; memorize it. Revisit it frequently. When I found the poem (late 1980's): Reading that poem (which is under copyright and not legally available online) felt like meditation to me. It felt… Continue reading Sleeping in the Forest: my love affair with poetry, part 2