This is a small collection of Mary Oliver poems that the poet herself reads. Much of Mary Oliver poetry is like a set of minor meditations of a natural with life being pushed to forefront and the present manifesting. If you give yourself over to her poems, they act as tiny little moments of clarity. It’s much like the Robert Frost definition of poetry, and the effect can be incredibly calming, or at least stilling. This collection is a single disk audiobook version of the […]