sunday bunny: mary oliver from Evidence

“Bordeaux” by Hillary Hulen (clown bunny, dyed mohair, white lace collar, bell buttons, pink rosebud accents, 1988)



With Thanks to the Field Sparrow, Whose Voice Is So Delicate and Humble

I do not live happily or comfortably
with the cleverness of our times.
The talk is all about computers,
the news is all about bombs and blood.
This morning, in the fresh field,
I came upon a hidden nest.
It held four warm, speckled eggs.
I touched them.
Then went away softly,
having felt something more wonderful
than all the electricity of New York City.

~ Mary Oliver (Evidence, Beacon Press, 2009)


Last Week’s Door Prize Winners ♥

  • Bookspeak by Laura Purdie Salas and Josée Bisaillon: the winner is Anna J. Boll!
  • Hidden by Helen Frost: The winner is Robyn Hood Black!

Congratulations, Anna and Robyn! Please send me your snail mail address: readermail (at) jamakimrattigan (dot) com.

**Thanks to everyone for commenting last week!

Week of April 9 – 14, 2012

Guest Poets:

  • April 9: Martha Calderaro
  • April 10: Kathi Appelt
  • April 11: Robyn Hood Black
  • April 12: Charles Waters
  • April 13: Adele Kenny

Door Prizes:

  • Water Sings Blue by Kate Coombs and Meilo So (Chronicle Books, 2012)
  • Guacamole by Jorge Argueta and Margarita Sada (Groundwood Books, 2012)

**Comment on any post during the week to be eligible to win!


♥ This week’s Sunday Bunnyish Bear Hug is brought to you by Mr. Cornelius, who wishes you a very Happy Easter and a hundred jelly beans!



Copyright © 2012 Cornelius Rattigan of Jama’s Alphabet Soup. All rights hard boiled.

11 thoughts on “sunday bunny: mary oliver from Evidence

  1. A poem about finding eggs – perfect for Easter morning!!! And, we got to read Mary Oliver. Thank you for introducing her to me 😉

    Happy Easter, Jama!!!


  2. Loved this one. I’m going to go grab one of my Mary Oliver books and snuggle into the couch and read for a bit. Happy Easter, Jama.


  3. I so love that poem – the humility of so great a poet talking about a tiny experience; the tininess of the bird’s contribution to the great world, and yet the magic that still exists therein… ::sigh::


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