![]() ![]() “What I would Like to Grow in my Garden” by katherine riegel In my native land, this place they’ll bury me. Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs. The sturdy seedling with arched body comes When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, On through the watching for that early birth How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea ) ![]() (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, When supper’s on the table, and we’ll see You come to fetch me from my work to-night ( Listen to the audio!) “putting in the seed” by robert frost Here I am, kissable: your tiny, purple profusion. The various, boisterous bloomers, and this was my salvation.Īfter seven days and nights I pushed through. I germinated, hiddenįrom the giants of earth, the jostling stalks, His hot stink, but he nosed me deep into the mud. I cursed the happenstance of this world, I smelled Was a long night, early May and chilly, and I remember Lying easy under the sun-briefly, I called her Motherīefore I passed through her gullet like a ghost. She had swallowed me in my homeland when she spied me When, heedless, she flew over the meadow. While not poetry, necessarily, this is a great list of books to help you get in touch with the aforementioned beauty and brutality. And in fact, I would encourage you to check out Valerie Michael’s post 100 Must-Read Books About Nature (which include Berry). The same would go for Wendell Berry, who is both a poet and a conservationist and has published widely in both poetry and nonfiction about the subject. My best advice is to just go read all of Mary Oliver. ![]() In fact, I encourage you to check out posts from fellow Rioters: 5 Quotes from Mary Oliver Poems That Could Save Humanity A Note of Gratitude to Mary Oliver on Her Birthday and Buy, Borrow, Bypass: The Call to Language (or The Mary Oliver Edition). Now, first things first: I need you to know that I could fill an entire post with Mary Oliver poems on nature. To that end, here are 33 poems by poets who might not necessarily be considered “nature poets,” but whose nature poems are on point. And in that seeing, in that remembering, we honor the beauty and brutality of the natural world. It reminds us of the dirt we walk on, the trees we pass by, the birds overhead, the hands that have tilled and planted, the survival of seeds-of animals, of humans-despite everything. (No? Just me? Okay.) The poet’s gaze, their observation and insight and word play, can bring the outdoors to us in ways we hadn’t considered, ways we might not have known to look. Poems on nature: during the height of mosquito season, they are our link to the outdoors, the only way to enjoy the great green world out there. ![]()
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