Mary Oliver Issues A Full-Throated Spiritual Autobiography In 'Upstream' Oliver's latest collection of essays reflect the author's passion for nature and literature. Critic Maureen Corrigan says Upstream presents a portrait of a visionary poet — and a "tough old broad."
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Mary Oliver Issues A Full-Throated Spiritual Autobiography In 'Upstream'

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Mary Oliver Issues A Full-Throated Spiritual Autobiography In 'Upstream'

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TERRY GROSS, HOST:

This is FRESH AIR. Over Mary Oliver's long career, she's received many honors for her poetry, including the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award. Oliver has also published numerous collections of essays, ranging from subjects like her decades of living by the ocean in Provincetown, her most beloved writers, as well as her dogs. Oliver's latest collection is called "Upstream," and book critic Maureen Corrigan has a review.

MAUREEN CORRIGAN, BYLINE: I need a moment away from the unceasing word drip of debates about the election, about whether Elena Ferrante has the right to privacy, about whether Bob Dylan writes literature. I need a moment - more than a moment - in the steady and profound company of Mary Oliver. And I think you might need one, too.

Mary Oliver's latest book is a collection of essays called "Upstream." Most of these pieces have been published elsewhere. But reshuffled here, they form a kind of sporadic spiritual autobiography. If that label sounds precious, you don't know your Mary Oliver. As much as she's a visionary poet, she's also the quintessential tough-old broad who finds traces of awe in, for example, scooping out the shining wet pink bladder of a codfish or getting down on all fours with her dog out in the woods and for an hour or so seeing the world from the level of the grasses.

These essays are the product of a lifetime that Oliver has spent closely reading nature as well as the work of other writers. The rewards of paying attention, says Oliver, became clear to her early on. In an opening essay called "Staying Alive," about escaping from her difficult childhood into nature and literature, Oliver recalls, this is what I learned - that the world's otherness is antidote to confusion that's standing within this otherness, the beauty and the mystery of the world, out in the fields or deep inside books can redignify the worst-stung heart. There's hardly a page in my copy of "Upstream" that isn't folded down or underlined and scribbled on, so charged is Oliver's language. What her language is not is sentimental or confessional. As a teenager coming of age in Ohio in the 1950s, Oliver says she felt painfully different. Certainly one could assume her sexuality and literary ambitions set her apart. But rather than supplying biographical details, Oliver conveys the raw essence of her isolation in an essay entitled "My Friend Walt Whitman." Oliver calls Whitman the brother I did not have. In her youth Oliver says, I lived many hours within the lit circle of Whitman's certainty and his bravado. Oliver's affinity with Whitman and other outdoorsy-types like Wordsworth and Emerson makes sense but her empathy for claustrophobic tale of terror master Edgar Allan Poe is surprising, until you remember the emotional isolation she hints at in those essays about childhood.

Her essay here on Poe turns out to be the most compassionate piece on him I've ever read. The second half of this collection takes Oliver through middle age and beyond. She's 81 now. A standout is the essay called "Bird," where Oliver recalls finding an injured seagull on the winter beach in Provincetown where she lived for many years. She carries it back to the house she shared with her late partner, the photographer Molly Malone Cook, and, together, they settle the gull on an island of towels near a glass door that overlooks the harbor. The gull's injured body, Oliver says, is a shattered elegance, one wing broken the other hurt, both feet withered. Nevertheless, the gull is responsive, even playful. He looks forward every day to a dip in the bathtub and then sunning himself and having his feathers smoothed by visitors. Weeks pass. The gull loses an atrophied leg, a wing, still he hangs on.

Oliver writes (reading) but the rough-and-tumble work of dying was going on even in the quiet body. When I picked him up, the muscles along the breast were so thin, I feared for the tender skin lying across the crest of the bone. And, still, the eyes were full of the spices of amusement. He was, of course, a piece of the sky. His eyes said so. This is not fact. This is the other part of knowing something when there is no proof, but neither is there any way toward disbelief.

Attaining that other part of knowing something has been Oliver's lifework. Her poems and essays are her own full-throated response to the question she poses at the very end of one of her best known poems "The Summer Day." (Reading) Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

GROSS: Maureen Corrigan teaches literature at Georgetown University. She reviewed "Upstream" by Mary Oliver. This is FRESH AIR.

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