This is WEEKEND EDITION from NPR News. I’m
Rachel Martin. Mary Oliver is a Pulitzer Prize-winning poet whose body of work is largely filled
with imagery of the natural world. Her most recent collection is titled “A Thousand Mornings.”
I spoke with her from member station WSHU in Fairfield, Connecticut. She began our interview
by reading her poem, “I Happen to Be Standing.” MARY OLIVER: (Reading) I don’t know where
prayers go or what they do. Do cats pray while they sleep half-asleep in the sun? Does the
opossum pray as it crosses the street? The sunflowers, the old black oak growing older
every year? I know I can walk through the world along the shore or under the trees with
my mind filled with things of little importance. In full self-attendance, a condition I can’t
really call being alive. Is a prayer a gift or a petition, or does it matter? The sunflowers
blaze – maybe that’s their way. Maybe the cats are sound asleep, maybe not. While I
was thinking this, I happened to be standing just outside my door with my notebook open,
which is the way I begin every morning. Then a wren in the privet began to sing. He was
positively drenched in enthusiasm. I don’t know why. And yet why not? I wouldn’t persuade
you from whatever you believe or whatever you don’t. That’s your business. But I thought
of the wren singing what could this be if it isn’t a prayer? So, I just listened, my
pen in the air. MARTIN: Poet Mary Oliver. I asked her if she
in fact begins her days the way she describes in this poem, “I Happen to be Standing.”
OLIVER: Almost. I thought, gee, I do lie a little bit. And I should have said, which
is the way I begin most mornings. MARTIN: Talk to me a little bit about that
ritual. Do you make it part of the writing discipline to go out into the world and make
some observations every day? OLIVER: I think it began with discipline,
because I did understand that any artistic venture requires a lot of discipline. But
it’s no longer a discipline, it’s no longer something I think about. I’m often up – on
most mornings – I’m up to see the sun. And that rising of the light moves me very much.
And I’m used to thinking and feeling in words, so it sort of just happens.
MARTIN: Have you always done that? Have you always written in the mornings?
OLIVER: Yes, yes. I like the mornings. I like to give the mornings to those first good thoughts.
And I suppose in a way it sets up the day. MARTIN: You have written many collections.
How is this one different? OLIVER: I think one thing is that prayer has
become more useful, interesting, fruitful and, again, almost involuntary in my life.
And when I talk about prayer, I mean really what that Rumi says in that wonderful line,
there are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground. I’m not theological specifically.
I might pick a flower for Shiva as well as say the hundredth prayer. The name of the
god doesn’t interest me so much as the fact there are so many names of that mystery.
MARTIN: Has your work become more prayerful, more spiritual over the years?
OLIVER: I would say yes. Maybe a little bit of that is that the two things I loved from
a very early age were the natural world and dead poets, which were my pals when I was
a kid. But the concern I have for the natural world is really a very sorrowful business.
MARTIN: Why sorrowful? OLIVER: Because we aren’t doing what we should
do to preserve the world. The woods that I loved as a child are entirely gone. The woods
that I loved as a young adult are gone. The woods that most recently I walked in, they’re
not gone but they’re full of bicycle trails and – I grew up in a town that was 3,500 people
in Ohio, very pastoral and there were woods to go to. That town is now over 250,000 people.
And this is happening to the world and I think it is very, very dangerous for our future
generations, those of us who believe that the world is not only necessary to us in its
pristine state but it is in itself an act of some kind of spiritual thing. I said once,
and I think this is true, the world did not have to be beautiful to work, but it is. What
does that mean? MARTIN: Because you write about the natural
world and because you write these beautiful meditations about your natural surroundings,
as so many others have done, how do you find new words to describe what you see?
OLIVER: I suppose by paying very close, close, close attention to things and seeing new details.
I love words. I love the mechanics of poetry. I often speak of the choreography of the poem
on the page. And to find a new word that is accurate and different, you have to be alert
for it. It’s wonderful. It’s fun. But one thing I do know is that a poetry to be understand
must be clear. It mustn’t be fancy. I have the feeling that a lot of poets writing now
are – they sort of tap dance through it. I always feel that whatever isn’t necessary
should not be in the poem. MARTIN: How do you know when a poem is done?
OLIVER: Oh. Well, I don’t know that you ever know but in some way you have made a completion
of a thought or a mood or whatever you’re doing and it’s time to go on with the next
one. MARTIN: Mary Oliver. Her new book of poetry
is called “A Thousand Mornings.” She joined us from member station WSHU in Fairfield,
Connecticut. Mary, thanks so much for talking with us. It’s been a real pleasure.
OLIVER: Thank you, thank you. A pleasure for me too.