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  Mary	Oliver	–	The	Journey	One	day	you	finally	knew	What	you	had	to	do,	and	began,	Though	the	voices	around	you	Kept	shouting	Their	bad	advice‚	Though	the	whole	house	Began	to	tremble	And	you	felt	the	old	tug	At	your	ankles.	“Mend	my	life!”	Each	voice	cried.	But	you	didn’t	stop.	You	knew	what	you	had	to	do,	Though	the	wind	pried	With	its	stiff
  fingers	At	the	very	foundations‚	Though	their	melancholy	Was	terrible.	It	was	already	late	Enough,	and	a	wild	night,	And	the	road	full	of	fallen	Branches	and	stones.	But	little	by	little,	As	you	left	their	voices	behind,	The	stars	began	to	burn	Through	the	sheets	of	clouds,	And	there	was	a	new	voice,	Which	you	slowly	Recognized	as	your	own,	That	kept
  you	company	As	you	strode	deeper	and	deeper	Into	the	world,	Determined	to	do	The	only	thing	you	could	do‚	Determined	to	save	The	only	life	you	could	save.	Yes,	it	can	be	really	hard	to	just	follow	your	own	heart	and	go	on	your	own	path	despite	what	everyone	around	you	is	saying.	And	this	poem	by	Mary	Oliver	really	covers	a	lot	of	feelings	I	have
  towards	that	topic.	Maybe	it	also	speaks	to	you	and	encourages	you	to	go	your	own	individual	way	and	also	to	continue	to	do	so	although	it	might	get	tough	at	times.	The	struggle	will	be	worth	it!	Talk	to	you	soon	again	Theresa																																One	day	you	finally	knew	what	you	had	to	do,	and	began,	though	the	voices	around	you	kept	shouting
  their	bad	advice	--	though	the	whole	house	began	to	tremble	and	you	felt	the	old	tug	at	your	ankles.	"Mend	my	life!"	each	voice	cried.	But	you	didn't	stop.	You	knew	what	you	had	to	do,	though	the	wind	pried	with	its	stiff	fingers	at	the	very	foundations,	though	their	melancholy	was	terrible.	It	was	already	late	enough,	and	a	wild	night,	and	the	road	full
  of	fallen	branches	and	stones.	But	little	by	little,	as	you	left	their	voice	behind,	the	stars	began	to	burn	through	the	sheets	of	clouds,	and	there	was	a	new	voice	which	you	slowly	recognized	as	your	own,	that	kept	you	company	as	you	strode	deeper	and	deeper	into	the	world,	determined	to	do	the	only	thing	you	could	do	--	determined	to	save	the	only
  life	that	you	could	save.							Mary	OliverThe	Journey	One	day	you	finally	knewwhat	you	had	to	do,	and	began,though	the	voices	around	youkept	shoutingtheir	bad	advice–though	the	whole	housebegan	to	trembleand	you	felt	the	old	tugat	your	ankles.‘Mend	my	life!’each	voice	cried.But	you	didn’t	stop.You	knew	what	you	had	to	do,though	the	wind
  priedwith	its	stiff	fingersat	the	very	foundations,though	their	melancholywas	terrible.It	was	already	lateenough,	and	a	wild	night,and	the	road	full	of	fallenbranches	and	stones.But	little	by	little,as	you	left	their	voices	behind,the	stars	began	to	burnthrough	the	sheets	of	clouds,and	there	was	a	new	voicewhich	you	slowlyrecognised	as	your	own,that
  kept	you	companyas	you	strode	deeper	and	deeperinto	the	world,determined	to	dothe	only	thing	you	could	do–determined	to	savethe	only	life	you	could	save.	Poem	Instructions:	Find	two	journey	poems	by	well-known	authors	and	write	a	paragraph	analysis	of	each.	The	Journey	by	Mary	Oliver	(Poem)	One	day	you	finally	knew	what	you	had	to	do,	and
  began,	though	the	voices	around	you	kept	shouting	their	bad	advice—	though	the	whole	house	began	to	tremble	and	you	felt	the	old	tug	at	your	ankles.	“Mend	my	life!”	each	voice	cried.	But	you	didn’t	stop.	You	knew	what	you	had	to	do,	though	the	wind	pried	with	its	stiff	fingers	at	the	very	foundations,	though	their	melancholy	was	terrible.	It	was
  already	late	enough,	and	a	wild	night,	and	the	road	full	of	fallen	branches	and	stones.	But	little	by	little,	as	you	left	their	voices	behind,	the	stars	began	to	burn	through	the	sheets	of	clouds,	and	there	was	a	new	voice	which	you	slowly	recognized	as	your	own,	that	kept	you	company	as	you	strode	deeper	and	deeper	into	the	world,	determined	to	do	the
  only	thing	you	could	do—	determined	to	save	the	only	life	you	could	save.			"One	day	you	finally	knew	what	you	had	to	do,	and	began,	though	the	voices	around	you	kept	shouting	their	bad	advice...	...a	new	voice	which	you	slowly	recognized	as	your	own,	...kept	you	company	as	you	strode	deeper	and	deeper	into	the	world..."	-from	Mary	Oliver's	"The
  Journey"	Look	below	the	fold	for	the	poem	in	its	entirety,	an	accompanying	literary	analysis	by	Ms.	K,	and	guidelines	for	your	literary	analysis	papers.	“The	Journey”by	Mary	Oliver,	winner	of	the	Pulitzer	Prize	for	Poetry	One	day	you	finally	knewwhat	you	had	to	do,	and	began,though	the	voices	around	you	kept	shoutingtheir	bad	advice-though	the
  whole	house	began	to	trembleand	you	felt	the	old	tugat	your	ankles.“Mend	my	life!”each	voice	cried.But	you	didn’t	stop.You	knew	what	you	had	to	do,though	the	wind	priedwith	its	stiff	fingers	at	the	very	foundations,though	their	melancholywas	terrible.	It	was	already	late	enough,	and	a	wild	night,and	the	road	full	of	fallen	branches	and	stones.But
  little	by	little,as	you	left	their	voices	behind,the	stars	began	to	burnthrough	the	sheets	of	clouds,and	there	was	a	new	voicewhich	you	slowlyrecognized	as	your	own,that	kept	you	company	as	you	strode	deeper	and	deeper	into	the	world,determined	to	dothe	only	thing	you	could	do-determined	to	savethe	only	life	that	you	could	save.	-from	Dream	Work
  “The	Journey”	by	Mary	Oliver	is	a	poem	about	transformation.	The	speaker	challenges	us	to	reject	a	life	that	revolves	solely	around	responsibility	to	others,	and	to	enter	into	the	“wild	night”	in	order	to	find	our	own	voices.	To	be	true	to	our	hearts	in	the	face	of	the	power	of	conformity	is	always	a	wild	ride	A	journey	like	this	goes	against	the	prevailing
  current;	it	requires	a	certain	“stepping	out	of	line”,	a	certain	break	with	polite	society.	Other	people,	their	voices	“shouting	their	bad	advice”,	feel	the	ripples.	They	want	us	to	stay	and	take	care	of	them:	to	mend	their	lives.	Oliver	speaks	to	the	birth	of	a	new,	authentic	self,	one	not	conditioned	by	the	past.	In	stepping	out,	we	don’t	walk	away	from	the
  world,	but	into	it.		Eventually,	the	new	voice	“...[keeps]	you	companyas	you	[stride]	deeper	and	deeper	into	the	world…The	reality	is	profoundly	simple:	in	being	true	to	that	small	voice	within,	we	are	being	of	service	in	the	most	profound	way	possible.		In	saving	“the	only	life	[we]	could	save”,	we	are	affirming	one	of	the	deepest	and	most	sobering
  truths	of	all:	no	one	else	can	ever	walk	our	journeys	for	us.	Each	of	us	must	respond	to	the	call	on	our	own.	Written	in	free	verse,	with	one	example	of	internal	rhyme	(	“…	you	finally	knew	/	what	you	had	to	do”),	this	poem’s		structure		is	continuous,	with	one	stanza	break.	Like	many	poets	before	her,	including	Frost	in	“The	Road	Not	Taken”,	Oliver
  uses	the	extended	metaphor	of	a	physical	journey	as	a	metaphor	for	a	solitary,	spiritual	journey	towards	individual	change.	Other	examples	of	figurative	language	include	sensory	images	of	a	“tug	at	our	ankles”	and	a	“road	full	of	fallen	branches	and	stones”	which	reflect	the	obstacles	that	attempt	to	keep	us	from	our	destination,	and	personification	in
  “…	the	wind	pried	/	with	its	stiff	fingers.”	This	poem	captures	that	moment	when	we	decide	that	we	must	listen	to	our	own	voices	in	order	to	live	an	authentic	lives.	It	addresses	the	fundamental	human	experience	of	leaving	behind	the	old,	and	entering	the	new.	-Ms.	K	Questions	to	address	when	analysing	a	poem:	Who	is	the	speaker?	Is	the	voice	of
  the	speaker	in	the	poem	different	from	that	of	the	poet?	That	is	the	poem	about?	Is	there	a	metaphor	or	an	extended	metaphor?	What	sensory	images	do	I	find?	When	I	scan	the	poem,	are	there	unusual	patterns	or	deviations	in	meter	that	are	worthy	of	note?	What	figurative	language	is	used?	Is	there	evidence	that	this	poem	is	universal?	(Universality
  means	that	it	"appeals	to	readers	in	a	wide	variety	of	cultures	and	across	a	wide	variety	of	historical	periods--i.e.,	basic	emotions,	situations,	values,	and	attitudes	that	readers	can	relate	to	regardless	of	other	cultural	or	historical	differences."	(Definitions	found	at	Literary	Terms	and	Definitions)	Your	literary	analysis	must	be	typed,	be	300-400	words
  in	length,	and	must	include	a	copy	of	the	poem.	See	me	if	you	have	any	questions!	Page	2	If	I	were	a	car,	I	would	be	a	lime	green	volkswagen	coming	home	after	a	trans-continental	journey.	What	car	are	YOU?	Look	below	the	fold	for	today's	journal	activity	"If	I	Were".	It's	due	Wednesday,	typed,	at	the	beginning	of	class.	Don't	forget	to	answer	the
  questions	on	"The	Stranger"	and	to	study	the	tips	on	writing	about	poetry.	If	I	were	a	month,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	day	of	the	week,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	time	of	day,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	planet,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	sea	animal,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	direction,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	piece	of	furniture,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	sin,	I	would	be:	If	I
  were	a	liquid,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	body	of	water,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	stone,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	tree,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	bird,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	flower/plant,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	kind	of	weather,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	musical	instrument,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	an	animal,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	color,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	an	emotion,	I
  would	be:	If	I	were	a	vegetable,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	sound,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	an	element,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	car,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	song,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	movie,	I	would	be	directed	by:	If	I	were	a	book,	I	would	be	written	by:	If	I	were	a	food,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	place,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	material,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	taste,	I
  would	be:	If	I	were	a	scent,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	word,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	an	object,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	body	part,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	facial	expression,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	subject	in	school,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	dog,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	cat,	I	would	be:	If	I	were	a	number,	I	would	be:	(“The	Journey	by	Mary	Oliver	Essay	Example	|
  Topics	and	Well	Written	Essays	-	750	words”,	n.d.)	Retrieved	from	(The	Journey	by	Mary	Oliver	Essay	Example	|	Topics	and	Well	Written	Essays	-	750	Words)	.	“The	Journey	by	Mary	Oliver	Essay	Example	|	Topics	and	Well	Written	Essays	-	750	Words”,	n.d.	.	Cited:	1	times	Mary	Oliver	is	a	contemporary	poet	from	Maple	Heights,	Ohio.	She	has	won	the
  National	Book	Award,	Pulitzer	Prize	and	was	described	by	The	New	York	Times	as	“far	and	away,	America’s	best-selling	poet.”	Her	early	influence	came	from	visiting	the	home	of	Edna	St.	Vincent	Millay	at	the	age	of	17.	Soon	after,	she	moved	in	to	live	with	Millay’s	sister	and	spent	the	next	6-7	years	there.	Her	first	collection	of	poetry,	entitled	No
  Voyage	and	Other	Poems,	was	published	in	1963.	Writing	in	the	vein	of	Whitman	and	Thoreau,	Oliver	is	known	for	her	vivid	and	powerful	depictions	of	nature.	Some	consider	her	to	be	a	regionalist,	as	many	of	her	poems	draw	inspiration	from	her	childhood	homes	in	both	Ohio	and	New	England.	Oliver	has	been	known	to	keep	to	herself	and	prefers
  her	poetry	to	speak	for	her;	in	this	regard,	many	have	compared	her	to	Emily	Dickinson.	Her	works	have	been	described	as	an	”indefatigable	guide	to	the	natural	world”	and	“[insisting]	on	the	primacy	of	the	physical”	by	various	critics.	Some	in	the	feminist	movement	have	criticized	her	works,	however,	as	they	feel	as	though	women	cannot	empower
  themselves	through	identifying	with	nature.	Nevertheless,	Mary	Oliver	is	widely	regarded	as	one	of	the	greatest	female	poets	in	American	history.	“The	Journey”	Text	One	day	you	finally	knew	what	you	had	to	do,	and	began,	though	the	voices	around	you	kept	shouting	their	bad	advice	–	though	the	whole	house	began	to	tremble	and	you	felt	the	old
  tug	at	your	ankles.	“Mend	my	life!”	each	voice	cried.	But	you	didn’t	stop.	You	knew	what	you	had	to	do,	though	the	wind	pried	with	its	stiff	fingers	at	the	very	foundations,	though	their	melancholy	was	terrible.	It	was	already	late	enough,	and	a	wild	night,	and	the	road	full	of	fallen	branches	and	stones.	But	little	by	little,	as	you	left	their	voices	behind,
  the	stars	began	to	burn	through	the	sheets	of	clouds,	and	there	was	a	new	voice	which	you	slowly	recognized	as	your	own,	that	kept	you	company	as	you	strode	deeper	and	deeper	into	the	world,	determined	to	do	the	only	thing	you	could	do	–	determined	to	save	the	only	life	you	could	save.	“The	Journey”	Analysis	–	Nicholas	Gupta	“The	Journey”	by
  Mary	Oliver	is	a	poem	about	the	journey	one	takes	through	life	in	order	to	become	an	individual.	From	the	beginning	of	the	poem	the	speaker	introduces	us	to	the	sudden	realization	that	we	can	listen	to	our	own	self-conscious	and	still	excel	through	life.	”The	voices	around	us”	the	voices	of	society,	do	nothing	but	“shout	their	bad	advice”.		We	live	in	a
  world	where	in	order	to	be	considered	“normal”	we	must	conform	to	society.	The	speaker	leaves	us	with	the	daunting	task	to	find	our	own	voice,	in	a	world	where	society	seems	to	speak	for	everyone.	We	begin	our	expedition	with	a	feeling	of	being	lost	in	an	environment	so	large,	but	as	soon	as	we	understand	that	our	heart,	the	natural	road	map	we
  are	all	instilled	with,	is	the	key	to	our	success,	that	feeling	of	being	lost	quickly	transitions	to	the	feeling	of	Transcendental	bliss.	As	we	depart	on	our	journey	that	Mary	Oliver	invites	us	to	take,	it	is	not	to	long	into	it	when	we	hear	voices.	However	these	voices	are	not	the	ones	that	we	want	to	hear.	“Mend	my	life!	each	voice	cried”.		As	with	any
  society,	there	are	always	people	asking	for	help.	There	are	always	people	in	need	of	care,	but	this	journey	requires	us	to	continue	despite	“their	melancholy”	calls	for	help.	As	we	learn	to	step	away	from	a	world	where	society	controls	our	every	move,	it	is	only	then	that	we	are	able	to	make	the	leap	into	the	new	world.	The	world	led	by	our	own	voice.
  Nevertheless	that	jump	is	not	easy	because	along	the	way	we	will	be	walking	along	a	“road	full	of	branches	and	stones.”	These	branches	and	stones	are	Oliver’s	way	of	representing	the	many	hardships	and	problems	that	we	will	encounter	along	the	way.	“Little	by	little”	one	step	at	a	time	it	will	become	easier	to	leave	the	past	behind	and	continue
  down	the	path.	The	next	five	lines	are	what	I	believe	to	be	the	changing	point	or	climax	of	the	poem.	“The	stars	began	to	burn	through	the	sheets	of	clouds,	and	there	was	a	new	voice	which	you	slowly	recognized	as	your	own”.	The	sudden	realization	or	light	bulbs	which	are	represented	by	the	stars	started	to	emerge	in	our	brain	and	burn	through
  the	sheets	of	clouds	that	represent	the	previously	uncertain	thoughts	we	may	have	had	about	breaking	from	society.	It	is	at	this	point	that	we	recognize	our	own	voice,	a	voice	that	has	actually	kept	us	company	and	guided	us	throughout	our	journey.	This	is	our	conscious,	the	voice	of	our	hearts.	This	was	the	voice	that	saved	us.	Link	to	a	critical
  analysis	of	“The	Journey”	Link	to	a	video	poem	for	“The	Journey”	“What	I	Have	Learned	So	Far”	Text	Meditation	is	old	and	honorable,	so	why	should	I	not	sit,	every	morning	of	my	life,	on	the	hillside,	looking	into	the	shining	world?	Because,	properly	attended	to,	delight,	as	well	as	havoc,	is	suggestion.	Can	one	be	passionate	about	the	just,	the	ideal,
  the	sublime,	and	the	holy,	and	yet	commit	to	no	labor	in	its	cause?	I	don’t	think	so.	All	summations	have	a	beginning,	all	effect	has	a	story,	all	kindness	begins	with	the	sown	seed.	Thought	buds	toward	radiance.	The	gospel	of	light	is	the	crossroads	of	—	indolence,	or	action.	Be	ignited,	or	be	gone.	“What	I	Have	Learned	So	Far”	Analysis	–	Daniel
  Nazzaro	In	“What	I	Have	learned	so	Far”,	one	of	Mary	Oliver’s	finest	works,	she	states	that	meditation	is	“honorable”	and	believes	that	she	should	in	fact	partake	in	this	ancient	practice.	She	sees,	as	many	transcendentalists	did,	that	a	certain	peace	can	be	found	in	nature	that	can’t	be	found	anywhere	else.	Oliver	even	goes	so	far	as	to	say	that	she
  should	meditate	on	a	hillside	“every	morning	of	[her]	life”.	When	she	says	she	will	meditate	every	morning	she	is	showing	her	dedication	to	something	that	she	really	believes	in.	Political	correctness	was	not	in	Mary	Oliver’s	dictionary.	This	was	a	most	formidable	trait,	because	Mary	was	purely	a	realist	and	she	had	no	problem	saying	what	she	thought
  about	the	world	and	society,	this	poem	being	a	prime	example.	Mary	takes	on	a	belief	many	American’s	have,	namely	college	and	high	school	students,	that	just	claiming	to	be	passionate	about	a	cause	but	not	take	action	shows	that	you	are	not	indeed	genuinely	passionate.	One	of	the	most	modern	day	examples	of	this	“false	passion”	would	be	the	so-
  called	“Kony	2012	movement”.	High	school	and	College	students	were	“up	in	arms”	when	the	news	of	this	evil	Warlord	in	Africa,	who	used	child	soldiers,	gained	media	attention	via	YouTube.	These	students	felt	by	watching	a	30	minute	video	they	were	transformed	into	social	activists.		Unbeknownst	to	them	Warlords	had	been	waging	wars,	using
  child	soldiers		and	even	committing	genocide	before	Joseph	Kony	was	even	born.	The	last	sentence	of	the	poem	“Be	ignited,	or	be	gone,”	cuts	deep	into	the	reader.	This	is	Mary	Oliver’s	wake	up	call	to	the	world,	her	way	to	tell	everyone	to	take	a	look	in	the	mirror	and	figure	out	what	their	priorities	are.	If	you	are	going	to	do	something	you	must	be
  fully	dedicated,	and	motivated	enough	to	go	out	and,	at	least	try,	to	fight	for	what	you	believe	in.	Link	to	video	poem	for	“What	I	Have	Learned	So	Far”	on	the	internet	“When	Death	Comes”	Text	When	death	comes	like	the	hungry	bear	in	autumn;	when	death	comes	and	takes	all	the	bright	coins	from	his	purse	to	buy	me,	and	snaps	the	purse	shut;
  when	death	comes	like	the	measle-pox	when	death	comes	like	an	iceberg	between	the	shoulder	blades,	I	want	to	step	through	the	door	full	of	curiosity,	wondering:	what	is	it	going	to	be	like,	that	cottage	of	darkness?	And	therefore	I	look	upon	everything	as	a	brotherhood	and	a	sisterhood,	and	I	look	upon	time	as	no	more	than	an	idea,	and	I	considr
  eternity	as	another	possibility,	and	I	think	of	each	life	as	a	flower,	as	common	as	a	field	daisy,	and	as	singular,	and	each	name	a	comfortable	music	in	the	mouth,	tending,	as	all	music	does,	toward	silence,	and	each	body	a	lion	of	courage,	and	something	precious	to	the	earth.	When	it’s	over,	I	want	to	say	all	my	life	I	was	a	bride	married	to	amazement.	I
  was	the	bridegroom,	taking	the	world	into	my	arms.	When	it’s	over,	I	don’t	want	to	wonder	if	I	have	made	of	my	life	something	particular,	and	real.	I	don’t	want	to	find	myself	sighing	and	frightened	or	full	of	argument.	I	don’t	want	to	end	up	simply	having	visited	this	world.	“When	Death	Comes”	Analysis	–	Jake	Brady	Of	all	the	intangible	topics
  humans	have	tackled	since	the	dawn	of	time,	death	has	possibly	caused	the	most	controversy.	Some	prefer	to	take	a	more	spiritual	approach,	claiming	that	we	will	all	be	judged	by	an	omniscient	being	when	the	time	comes,	while	others	state	that	there	is	no	way	of	knowing	the	true	answer.	In	her	poem	“When	Death	Comes,”	Mary	Oliver	tackles	this
  difficult	subject	and	provides	somewhat	of	an	avant-garde	solution	through	the	use	of	simile,	metaphor	and	imagery.	Oliver	begins	the	poem	by	comparing	death	to	an	animal	when	she	states,	“When	death	comes	/	like	the	hungry	bear	in	autumn.”	From	the	start,	this	greatly	simplifies	things	for	the	reader,	as	visual	comparisons	are	generally	simple	to
  grasp.	The	bear	touches	on	the	greater	theme	of	nature	that	is	present	in	many	of	Oliver’s	poems.	It	is	possible	that,	rather	than	describing	death	through	the	use	of	complicated	devices,	the	author	feels	as	if	the	natural	world	gives	us	the	best	explanations	for	our	questions.	From	this	point,	Oliver	utilizes	figure	of	speech	multiple	times	in	equating
  death	with	someone	that	“takes	all	the	bright	coins	from	his	purse	/	to	buy	me,”	“the	measle-pox,”	and	“an	iceberg	between	the	shoulder	blades.”	These	descriptions	seem	to	argue	that	death	can	manifest	itself	in	a	myriad	forms	and	any	attempt	at	creating	a	singular	description	is	most	likely	futile.	In	the	following	lines,	Oliver	seems	to	present	the
  viewpoint	that	her	mere	meditations	on	death	are	pushing	her	to	reimagine	the	world.	For	example,	after	proposing	that	death	is	similar	to	a	“cottage	of	darkness,”	she	quickly	states	that	she	will	now	“look	upon	everything	/	as	a	brotherhood	and	a	sisterhood.”	To	her,	time	is	“no	more	than	an	idea,”	as	all	of	us	share	this	common	point	at	which	things
  drastically	change.	In	Oliver’s	opinion,	life	is	a	fluid	thing	and	doesn’t	necessarily	have	an	ending	point;	therefore,	this	world	should	be	viewed	as	a	community,	“each	life	as	a	flower,	as	common	/	as	a	field	daisy.”	This	collective	mindset	is	also	compared	to	“a	comfortable	music	in	the	mouth,”	which	eventually,	“as	all	music	does,	[moves]	toward
  silence.”	Oliver	continues	her	metaphorical	speech	with	the	statement,	“each	body	a	lion	of	courage,	and	something	/	precious	to	the	earth.”	Here,	the	author	is	making	the	claim	that,	as	beings	who	share	a	common	mission,	we	are	all	unique	and	important	to	this	planet.	Again,	the	theme	of	nature	is	present,	as	an	animal	is	used	for	comparison
  purposes.	In	the	next	stanza,	Oliver	turns	inward	to	offer	her	thoughts	on	what	she	wants	to	ultimately	get	out	of	death.	She	states	that,	as	her	life	is	ending,	she	wants	to	be	able	to	view	it	retrospectively	and	say,	“I	was	a	bride	married	to	amazement.	/	I	was	the	bridegroom,	taking	the	world	into	my	arms.”	To	Oliver,	the	awe	that	this	topic	inspires	is
  the	driving	force	behind	living	a	life	full	of	wonder	and	joy.	It’s	not	about,	as	she	puts	it,	“having	visited	this	world.”	It	is	about	understanding	that	we	are	all	objects	on	a	continuum	that	extends	an	unimaginable	distance	in	both	directions.	Simply	put,	when	this	thing	called	“death”	comes	along,	Mary	Oliver	wants	to	know	that	she	questioned,	lived	to
  the	fullest	and	loved	all.	In	my	opinion,	this	poem	combines	transcendentalist	and	existentialist	viewpoints	to	offer	a	potential	solution	to	the	“problem”	we	call	death.	For	Oliver,	“When	Death	Comes”	isn’t	as	much	about	explaining	death	as	it	is	redefining	it.	According	to	her,	we	must	search	within	ourselves	and	the	environment	around	us	to	assign
  meaning	to	this	world.	Death	is	not	something	to	be	feared;	rather,	it	is	a	stop	along	a	journey	that	provides	us	with	perspective.	Ironically,	death	may	never	“come,”	as	the	title	suggests.	Perhaps	it	is	always	there,	forever	a	part	of	this	unfolding	experience	we	call	life.	Link	to	a	critical	analysis	of	“When	Death	Comes”	Edna	St.	Vincent	Millay	Edna	St.
  Vincent	Millay	was	a	noted	poet	and	feminist	during	the	early	20th	century.	Mary	Oliver	derived	great	inspiration	from	her	work	after	deciding	to	move	in	with	Milay’s	sister,	Norma,	a	few	years	after	her	death.	Once	there,	Oliver	assisted	in	organizing	Edna’s	paperwork	from	her	life.	Relevant	Links	Mary	Oliver	biography/bibliography	Mary	Oliver
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