Poetry Friday: “Honey At The Table” by Mary Oliver

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Renee LaTulippe is hosting the Roundup today at No Water River.

One of the things I love about reading Mary Oliver is that her poems take you to such unexpected places. You may begin with something tranquil and warm, but soon you are somewhere fierce and dense with weighted meaning.  I felt that with “Wild Geese”, and with this newly discovered poem, as well:

Honey At The Table

It fills you with the soft
essence of vanished flowers, it becomes
a trickle sharp as a hair that you follow
from the honey pot over the table

and out the door and over the ground,
and all the while it thickens,

grows deeper and wilder, edged
with pine boughs and wet boulders,
pawprints of bobcat and bear, until

deep in the forest you
shuffle up some tree, you rip the bark,

you float into and swallow the dripping combs,
bits of the tree, crushed bees – – – a taste
composed of everything lost, in which everything lost is found.

Mary Oliver

11 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: “Honey At The Table” by Mary Oliver

  1. Tara, your site is full of springtime with that vivid image and the Mary Oliver poem that moves toward deep thought. Are you interested in composing your own poem for the new online gallery, Spring’s Symphony?

  2. I just shared this in my Facebook page. Would I love a taste of that honey. I shall hand it over to everyone who’s lost their way somewhere in the folds of time. Thank you for this, dear Tara.

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