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100 1  Oliver, Mary,|d1935-|eauthor. 
245 10 Upstream :|bselected essays /|cMary Oliver. 
264  1 New York  :|bPenguin Books,|c2016. 
300    12 unnumbered pages, 178 pages ;|c22 cm 
336    text|btxt|2rdacontent 
337    unmediated|bn|2rdamedia 
338    volume|bnc|2rdacarrier 
505 00 |tUpstream --|tMy friend, Walt Whitman --|tStaying alive -
       -|tOf power and me --|tBlue pastures --|tThe ponds --
       |tSister Turtle --|tEmerson : an introduction --|tThe 
       bright eyes of Eleonora : Poe's dream of recapturing the 
       impossible --|tSome thoughts on Whitman --|tWordsworth's 
       mountain --|tSwoon --|tBird --|tOwls --|tTwo short ones. 
       Who cometh here? ; Ropes --|tWinter hours --|tBuilding the
       house --|tProvincetown. 
520    "'In the beginning I was so young and such a stranger to 
       myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world 
       and see it and hear it and react to it, before I knew at 
       all who I was, what I was, what I wanted to be.'  So 
       begins Upstream, a collection of essays in which beloved 
       poet Mary Oliver reflects on her willingness, as a young 
       child and as an adult, to lose herself within the beauty 
       and mysteries of both the natural world and the world of 
       literature. Emphasizing the significance of her childhood 
       'friend' Walt Whitman, through whose work she first 
       understood that a poem is a temple, 'a place to enter, and
       in which to feel,' and who encouraged her to vanish into 
       the world of her writing, Oliver meditates on the forces 
       that allowed her to create a life for herself out of work 
       and love. As she writes, 'I could not be a poet without 
       the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me 
       the door to the woods is the door to the temple.'  
       Upstream follows Oliver as she contemplates the pleasure 
       of artistic labor, her boundless curiosity for the flora 
       and fauna that surround her, and the responsibility she 
       has inherited from Shelley, Wordsworth, Emerson, Poe, and 
       Frost, the great thinkers and writers of the past, to live
       thoughtfully, intelligently, and to observe with passion. 
       Throughout this collection, Oliver positions not just 
       herself upstream but us as well as she encourages us all 
       to keep moving, to lose ourselves in the awe of the 
       unknown, and to give power and time to the creative and 
       whimsical urges that live within us"--|cDust jacket. 
650  0 American essays|y21st century. 
650  0 Essays.