mike's review
New and Selected Poems: Volume One by Mary Oliver
From "Spring": "Somewhere/a black bear/has just risen from sleep/and is staring/down the mountain./All night/in the brisk and shallow restlessness/of early spring/I think of her/her four black fists/flicking gravel/her tongue/like a red fire/touching the grass/the cold water./There is only one question:/how to love this world."
Mike... We're your friends and know you're an intelligent guy. You don't need to try to impress us by pretending that you understand poetry.

