Blue Horses by Mary OliverMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
Oliver's mixture of spirituality and pragmatism, undergirded by an occasionally sardonic wit, is truly a gift. Her reverence for nature (see "I'm not the River") is balanced by a solid self-reflection that blossoms into insight. Her best poems are those that are unapologetically human ("On Meditating, Sort of") and those that interweave whimsy and depth ("Watering the Stones"). Oliver writes "I don't want to be demure or respectable./I was that way, asleep, for years." This collection of poems invites us to wake up, and see with "new eyes," as Proust might have it.
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