Loneliness | Mary Oliver
by Elouise
I still tear up when I read this lovely, perceptive poem from Mary Oliver. My comments follow.
Loneliness
I too have known loneliness.
I too have known what it is to feel
misunderstood,
rejected, and suddenly
not at all beautiful.
Oh, mother earth,
your comfort is great, your arms never withhold.
It has saved my life to know this.
Your rivers flowing, your roses opening in the morning.
Oh, motions of tenderness!Poem written by Mary Oliver, first published in Blue Horses (2014)
© 2017 by NW Orchard LLC
Published in 2020 by Penguin Books in Devotions: The Selected Poems of Mary Oliver, p. 23
When we’re born we have one chance. One chance to hit the jackpot of perfect parents, perfect siblings, perfect grandparents and all the other stuff that comes with perfection.
Yes, it includes gender, color of skin, color of hair, cuteness or ugliness, fat or skinny. You name it, and someone somewhere has known loneliness over these or other unchosen marks of our supposed superiority or lack thereof.
I grew up feeling like a fat girl with three younger sisters who were invariably cuter and more exciting than I was. To be fair, the preferred family term that stuck with me wasn’t ‘fat.’ It was ‘pleasantly plump.’
Every dress my mother made for me was ‘adjusted’ to mask my pleasant plumpness. My thin, straight hair was subjected to permanents every three months, even though the perms disappeared down the bathroom sink within two or three weeks. I never seemed to smile enough, laugh enough, or have enough girlfriends or boyfriends.
Yet thanks to our living arrangements, mother earth was always right there waiting for me. Unlike my father, she never told me to suck in my stomach, stand up straight, or wipe that frown off my face. Never.
Nor did she say “I told you so” when I was one of the last girls chosen for athletic teams. She just kept showing up, giving me time and space to turn my loneliness into freedom and a life of my own.
Thank you, Mary Oliver, for this heartwarming poem. I cried the first time I read it, and the second, and the third…. What a gift we have in rivers and roses. The handiwork of a Creator who understands us better than we understand ourselves.
Elouise♥
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 3 May 2021
Photo by Phil Banks, pixels.com
What a wonderful expression of reality for many of us!
Marilyn
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Yes indeed! Childhood isn’t for the faint of heart, and can do us in without our knowledge.
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Jesus says to all, it’s not going to be easy but the rewards are breathtaking, thanks for your post, stay safe,amen
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Indeed. Thank you kindly, bw.
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lets hope there is more compassion in the world, after the virus problem, a chance to show off our kinder side,amen
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I think Mary Oliver knew everyone who read this/her poem could relate…hopefully find comfort and feel less alone. 🙂 So we are grateful to her! 🙂
Nature can bring comfort, joy, peace, a sense of awe and belonging, and so much more to us…in ways most Human-Beans cannot. 🙂
(((HUGS))) ❤
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Hi, Carolyn. Your comment makes me think about how strangely wonderful it is to have nature (for which we’re to care) care for us. Often when we least expect it. 🙂
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Yes, I’ve always felt nature caring for me…I feel this most on my walks with Coop or in any setting outdoors. 🙂
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What courage it takes to live in loneliness, to continue on weighed down with it. which is why it important to give those suffering with it a kind and uplifting words of encouragement. Great post.
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Yes…the continuing on just gets heavier. Especially in today’s climate of unrest. Thanks, Betty.
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