Had my eyes closed,half asleep and heard her saying she reads Rumi every day, and tears welled up. I love Rumi and read him every day in original (one of the few flexes of being a Persian), and it suddenly hits differently that May Oliver also loves him.
@lorrainekreimeyer78817 ай бұрын
I know!! It’s Amazing when we FEEL how connected we are🙃😉❤️
@melliecrann-gaoth47892 ай бұрын
I only recently discovered the process of minature Persian Painting. So beautiful as an artform and dedicated ritual
@PapasGems8 күн бұрын
Never heard of Mary. Was inspired by the conversation, wrote 4 poems in this short interview. Thank you for sharing 🎉
@carolannbassett6646 Жыл бұрын
She had a sacred relationship with the natural world through empathy and love.
@helenanolke33589 ай бұрын
Beautiful interview with many insights. ❤
@gilliani.432810 ай бұрын
Beautiful interview I write through the tears streaming down my cheeks. ❤ Mary Oliver will live on through all the rest of my days and more.
@deeheffernan61522 жыл бұрын
everything she said hit me right in the heart. her particular form of hope and belief is so important to me. the way she said she saved her own life? yeah
@kevinharrison32653 жыл бұрын
I love her!♥️ She shriveled, died becoming a true sea fruit. Stub my toe, on you. So briny and sweet.
@elena_zoi8 ай бұрын
poetry about poet. Lovelylovely
@SueLyons12 жыл бұрын
'I got saved by poetry and I got saved by the world' ❤ 'listening conviviably... to the world' ❤ 'attention is the beginning of devotion' ❤ 'how to be idle and blessed' ❤ 'your one wild and precious life' ❤ 'no sense of elites or difference' ❤ 'in your rage, you have sullied and murdered' 'what we are made of will make something else: there is no nothingness' ❤ 'I kept at it every day. Finally, you learn things' ❤ 'positively drenched in enthusiasm' ❤
@asharajwade87455 ай бұрын
Indeed a treat! Mary Oliver's simple words speak for all of us, touch the core of our heart so lovingly! "More willing to grow old..." Indeed! So true. !
@janswimwild3 жыл бұрын
A great poet and a beautiful soul, a gift of love, rawness and vulnerability.
@robertnickol95983 жыл бұрын
She was what I aspire to be.
@duplessisart7478 Жыл бұрын
Absolutely beautiful. Thank you.
@hermesnoelthefourthway2 жыл бұрын
"When it's all over, I want to say that I was a bride married to amazement, I was the bridegroom taking the world into my arms , I don't wish to simply have visited this world'. When death comes, Mary Oliver. Thank you, Virginia from Wyoming, an English man in London would never have heard of Mary Oliver if it wasn't for you
@lisilensi3 ай бұрын
it's so priceless to hear her saying these beautiful words on life, little things and what comes after. thank you for this moving and profound interview 🦢
@TerrillWelch2 жыл бұрын
What a wonderful addition to my Sunday morning. I am a landscape painter who is more comfortable in nature than anywhere else and befriended Mary Oliver’s poetry many years ago. Thank you so much for this very special interview with Mary about her life and poetry. What a treasured gift to us all.
@leelee847013 жыл бұрын
shes so gentle
@jdlcdn Жыл бұрын
Appreciate her directness....reminds me of my grandmother who painted landscapes and studied scripture making notes...was a widow most of her life with 3 kids ..dad was 6 when his dad died
@nettle_head4 жыл бұрын
I’m so thankful you had this conversation with her and shared it online
@PoetlaureateNFDLАй бұрын
Just love this.
@agustinacaruso2 жыл бұрын
Esto es una belleza de sensibilidad y sencillez 💚🙏🏼
@noeleenmurray79272 жыл бұрын
I love mary Oliver's poems 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
@eugenemagallanes15254 жыл бұрын
What an avenue for insight and learning! And I would never have thought Mary Oliver, Rumi and Bonobo would be in one video. Thank you!
@kriseikenbery11211 ай бұрын
Mary Oliver is one of the best ever!❤
@WickedHole2 ай бұрын
wrong
@karenarnett51672 ай бұрын
so precious to hear her reading her own poetry. I remember my therapist reading to me ,in braille as he was blind, In Blackwater Woods at the end of our final session. And I remember reciting from memory some of When Death Comes to a dying friend as she lay in her bed with her friends gathered around her. "and each body a lion of courage...". this poetry is so much a part of my life. She's right on when she says people can remember a poem and therefore they can own it. Make it part of their own lives. Thank you Mary for what you've given us.
@NormaPM54 жыл бұрын
Gracias Madame!
@ricardoe.jaramillo88712 жыл бұрын
Thank You!
@somethingyousaid50594 жыл бұрын
I had no idea that she had died. God what an original distinctive talent she was.
@user-yk9sk7pg6v4 жыл бұрын
Thank you.
@lil----lil2 жыл бұрын
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
@agustinacaruso2 жыл бұрын
💚 this phrase is just perfect.
@brokenegg47143 жыл бұрын
I love sitting at my desk for hours and writing though.
@paintpaper93 жыл бұрын
Thank you 🌹🦋💛
@davidcarlson12082 жыл бұрын
Wonderful poems and poet!
@djpassey3122 жыл бұрын
I add my thanks to yours! Thank you Mary Oliver for all you have given us in your life
@melliecrann-gaoth47892 ай бұрын
❤️🌳. Thank you, I feel very fortunate to hear this interview with Mary Oliver. This week a great writer was buried. Edna O’Brien.
@ashleyyrain3 жыл бұрын
god i love her so much
@adelaidemorningstar18704 жыл бұрын
A national treasure
@jacobprater60414 жыл бұрын
I love her works i am already on my fourth book of hers
@theterminaldave4 жыл бұрын
do you have a favorite so far?
@jacobprater60414 жыл бұрын
@@theterminaldave why I wake early
@theterminaldave4 жыл бұрын
great outro music :) love some bonabo. i think this session helped me write a poem :)
@paulaandreabernal9984 Жыл бұрын
❤
@upstreamrose15362 жыл бұрын
poem begins 36:05
@alokanandadey31622 жыл бұрын
Fine,fine interaction.
@iwalanialoha59682 жыл бұрын
¿por qué habla tanta la entrevistadora? no la dejó hablar a Mary...una gran pena.
@johncrawford0093 жыл бұрын
IN THE NEXT ROOM & ALWAYS I come home from the grocery store and there you sit in our, sorry, your recliner and your big, ardent smile of a greeting, pierces my soul. “Is the smile for me, Bette or is it the groceries?” “Oh, come on, the smile is for you, my love...now hurry...tell me what's in the bag?” “Ah, we do like a good list of grocery items don't we...now, let's see, there is milk, coffee, cereal...” “What kind?” “Now, Bette, would I put myself at risk of bodily harm if I didn't get your favorite cereal...” “You had to guess, didn't ya? I can see you now, pacing the aisle, looking at all those boxes of cereal, and not having a clue.” “Hey! I'm not entirely clueless...just the f'ing memory.” “I know babe, so what you choose?” “Grape Nut Flakes.” “Bingo!” “Truly?” “Would I lie...don't answer that, so what else you got in that bag.” “Pasta shells, Marinara sauce, mushrooms, broccoli, chocolate cake, and all the fixings for a healthy salad." “Great, you remember we had the Newman salad dressing.” “Yes.” “Question” “Yes, but first, let me go to the kitchen and get the milk and produce into the fridge.” “Of course.” “Oh, Bette, you didn't have much of that organic juice I bought the other day.” “I will have some later.” “Don't forget.” “I won't...anyway, that's your department, 'where did I put my keys', John.” “Ha, ha, very funny.” “I thought so, now that question.” “Oh, I'm sorry, yes, Bette.” “Can I have dessert before dinner?” “Now, I don't know about that, that's not the way you been raised.” “But things are different, now, Dad.” “You mean...” “Of course, I mean, John!” “Jeez, Bette, I hear you. I'm just in the next room, you know.” “Sorry.” “Come to think of it, Bette, I can't think of anything better than a slice of chocolate cake and a cup or glass of...” “Milk, please, a glass of milk...and, by the way, that organic milk tastes real good.” “Yes. I'm glad we started going more organic, especially now, since you...” “What do you want to do tonight, John, after dinner?” “I don't know sweetheart...whatever you'd like.” “Oh, boy, John...wrong answer.” “Scrabble again, Bette?” “Yup, third night in a row and loving it...you four-letter word loser, you.” “Ah gee, Bette, don't pick on me.” “Hey, how miserable the last months be if I can't pick on thee.” “I am honored, my rhyming Bette. And, speaking of rhyme, are you enjoying Mary Oliver?” “I am, yes, and thank you for the book. She is a wonderful Poet.” “I knew you were familiar with her and liked her so I checked the bookcase, didn't see that volume, and, voila.” “It is a nice edition, John. I do have an earlier one but it's tucked away and it has been a while since I read it so...this is perfect.” “You will still hold on to the earlier edition, won't ya?” “Oh, sure, John.” “Good. I imagine you made comments in the margins like you do with books you really appreciate.” “For sure. And, love of my life, do you know what I did?” “Oh, what you do now?” “Hey.” “No, I mean...please tell me.” “I wrote a poem for you and it's in an envelope, hidden away.” “Oh, love, I can't wait to read it, I will go find it...we'll play the “Hotter/Colder” search game....ready when you are.” “Let it be, hon...can you wait, till...” “I can if that be your wish, Bette.” “It is.” “And you won't forget to leave me a note as to where, before...” “Yes, my loveable, lousy scrabble player...and where is my milk and chocolate cake?” *
@timbaer653 жыл бұрын
Thank you. I just lost my wife, and it's nice to hear the banter.