Book Review: Swan by Mary Oliver
Though I liked these poems, they didn't really move me. It is always so difficult to explain with poetry, music or art in general, why something is able to touch us or not, even if others find magic, joy or solace in it. There seems to be a portal not all of us can find, that reveals the best of a poem. Maybe that's how it should be. In this case, I ran my fingers along the wall, but couldn't find a way in.
That being said, Oliver has a gentle way with language, and each work has some element of loveliness, but maybe that wasn't what I wanted right now? I would like to read something else by her, though, if you have recommendations!