
I had a poem all picked out to share for this first Gathering of Poetry in 2026 . . . something I’d been saving for a while. For January. But when I read it again earlier this week, it just . . . didn’t feel right, y’know? It wasn’t all rainbows-and-unicorns or anything, but it was a bit . . . maybe too outwardly hopeful. And it just didn’t feel like something I wanted to share. At least not today.
So. Back to the drawing board!
I turned to Thirst, a lovely collection of poems by Mary Oliver. This particular volume of poetry came together as MO was grieving the death of her long-time partner, Molly Malone Cook, in 2005. I often re-read this collection when I’m feeling lost and untethered. Like now.
Here’s a poem that hit just right for me this week. I hope it will for you, too.
Mozart, for Example
Mary OliverAll the quick notes
Mozart didn’t have time to use
before he entered the cloud-boatare falling now from the beaks
of the finches
that have gathered from the joyous summerinto the hard winter
and, like Mozart, they speak of nothing
but light and delight,though it is true, the heavy blades of the world
are still pounding underneath.
And this is what you can do too, maybe,if you live simply and with a lyrical heart
in the cumbered neighborhoods or even,
as Mozart sometimes managed to, in a palace,offering tune after tune after tune,
making some hard-hearted prince
prudent and kind, just by being happy.
Keep breathing, my friends. And maybe . . . listen to some Mozart today. Even though the heavy blades of the world pound underneath, try to live simply and with a lyrical heart. (Like Mozart. And the finches.)
This poem is included in Mary Oliver’s 2006 poetry collection, Thirst, published by Beacon Press.
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And you can find A Gathering of Poetry every month . . . on the third Thursday.
Share some.
Read some.
Gather up some poetry!
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The moments that I am outside (today, not so much with a “feels like temp of a whopping 3 degrees”) but most days… the birds are the biggest blessing… and now I will think of them carrying down all those unused Mozart notes… perfection! Thank you so so much for sharing this today! XO
I thought I knew many Mary Oliver poems, but this one is completely new to me and completely wonderful. We do live in cumbered neighborhoods but I’m going to be happy while I watch the finches feed at my window and listen for the notes dropping from their beaks. Thank you for sharing!
Beautiful. Living simply… simply living.
Mary Oliver is a treasure. Yes, the heavy blades of the world pound underneath. Thank you for reminding me about this collection of hers. It’s on my shelf but I haven’t picked it up for awhile.
This may not be up your alley, Kym, but Jan Karon’s Mitford series has soothed many a stressful time in my life. I thought you might be interested to know that on the very first page of her latest, “ My Beloved”, she lists Mary Oliver, Billy Collins and Wendell Berry as a prelude to her novel which uses a book of poems as a plot device. Said book title alluding to Mr. Collins himself. (Wow, is he ever prolific!) Hope this mention tickles your love of poetry and belief in its power.
I maintain that Mary Oliver has the perfect poem for every situation; this is further evidence. Yes, let’s all be like Mozart and create beauty and joy in the face of the heavy blades of the world!
Thank you, Kym. There are so many things that don’t feel “quite right” these days, but this poem is not one of them. It’s lovely, and a wonderful reminder that the natural world is still above and all around us and not directly responsive to the human madness beneath. I may listen to some Mozart today, more likely Vivaldi, and I will feed and be thankful for the birds in my garden.
I love the idea of living with music in our hearts in spite of the heavy blades of the world. Mary Oliver had such a way of getting to the heart of, oh, everything.