[This was originally a paper I wrote for my doctoral program in 2008. – Victoria Weinstein]
Thereâ€™s Something About Mary: The Poetry Of Mary Oliver Among Unitarian Universalists
There are three poems by Mary Oliver in the most recent Unitarian Universalist hymn book, Singing the Living Tradition.Â To put her prominence in context, there are six readings in the hymnal by Ralph Waldo Emerson, one by Henry David Thoreau, seven by Rabindranath Tagore, and eleven from the Book of Isaiah. She is therefore not overly-represented in the hymn book, but is unquestionably the poet of choice in Unitarian Universalist congregations all over the country and was chosen to give the prestigious Ware Lecture at the Unitarian Universalist General Assembly in 2007. If any secular literary source can be said to have achieved the status of â€œsacred scriptureâ€ within a religious movement, it is safe to say this of Mary Oliverâ€™s poetry among the Unitarian Universalists.
As a woman named Marcia wrote recently on a blog posting asking Unitarian Universalists to comment about the prevalence of Mary Oliver poetry in their worship services, â€œAll I know is that when people ask me if we read from the bible during worship services, i say â€˜Yes, but not as often as we read mary oliver.â€™Â On the same post a woman named Terri comments, â€œThe very first UU service I attended featured a Mary Oliver poemâ€¦and the very first UU small group session I attended on Prayer used her poem â€œMorning Poemâ€
Unitarian Universlist minister Judy Welles writes,
I use Mary Oliver a LOT. . . I love the simplicity of her poetry; I respect the art of saying something very rich and nuanced with just a very few words. She is a MASTER at that. And she loves life so much. And she is so grateful. She takes great pleasure in simple things, notices things to be grateful for that most of us would miss. To put it simply: she knocks my socks off.
So what is this about? What about Mary Oliverâ€™s poetry speaks so powerfully to members of this small religious movement? I have two key theories, one positive and one more cynical, that I want to explore more fully in this paper:
- Oliver writes poetry that is imbued with theology that is particularly resonant with the Transcendentalist, neo-pagan and ambiguously Theistic strands of Unitarian Universalism (I use the term â€œambiguously Theisticâ€ to refer to those who do not identify as traditional Theists, but who may be agnostic with a strong mystical bent, or atheistic with a sense of immanent divinity that, for personal reasons, they refuse to name as God). Oliverâ€™s talent for capturing theophany and immanence in a few verses or images is breathtaking. She is the Muse of choice for many who have trouble articulating the holiness in everyday things and events, but who strongly feel its presence.
- Oliver writes poetry that is almost entirely interior; preoccupied with private thoughts, feelings and reactions to her immediate natural surroundings. It is the rare poem that takes Oliver into an urban or even suburban setting or finds her among a group of other human beings. In her poetic persona, she prefers the company of her dog, irises, otters or grasshoppers to that of people (save her beloved partner Molly Malone Cook who appears unnamed in many of her poems).Â â€œOliver worshipâ€ within Unitarian Universalism in the current era may represent, therefore, a holding onto rampant individualism and self-absorption that is currently being challenged by 21st century proponents of a far stronger community ethos in the denomination.
Speaking as an individual, I am a sincere fan of Mary Oliverâ€™s poetry. Speaking as a minister and liturgist, I believe that her prevalence in Unitarian Universalist worship is a mixed blessing, and that her poetry should be more intentionally balanced with other poetic voices; especially those that lift up the importance of seeking transcendence truths in community.
The first reading by Mary Oliver that appears in Singing the Living Tradition is her poem â€œWild Geese,â€ (from Dream Work, 1986).Â It is reprinted in its entirety but made into a responsive reading, as the italics will indicate:
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting â€”
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Imagine the reaction of the newcomer to Unitarian Universalist worship hearing a minister or liturgist intone that first line, â€œYou do not have to be good.â€
You do not have to be good!?? What kind of religion is this, anyway? Â Read in a private context, I find this poem to be a beautiful statement of spiritual freedom, rejection of the efficacy of religious guilt to effect healing and wholeness (â€œyou do not have to walk on your knees â€¦repentingâ€) and a celebration of the interdependence of all life and each personâ€™s special place in it. Â Read in a corporate context, however, this poem makes me cringe.Â Phrases like, â€œYou do not have to be goodâ€ and â€œYou only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it lovesâ€ â€“ so hospitable to the individual readerâ€™s soul, sound to my ear very weak and permissive theology when read responsively in a worship setting.Â Do worshipers hear these words differently in the privacy of home versus the public space of the religious meetinghouse?Â Are preachers being entirely responsible when they use them and then do not exegete them somewhere in the service? Or do worshipers have an instinctive understanding that poetry within the context of worship is not, in fact, literally sacred scripture but one possible illumination among many of the preacherâ€™s message and the communityâ€™s values?
One Unitarian Universalist wrote, â€œ[Oliverâ€™s] poem â€˜Wild Geeseâ€™ is sort of like a creed to me (and I share this in common with a minister friend of mine, who also committed the poem to heart).Â Given that Unitarian Universalists reject creeds, such a comment is surprisingly fervent. Another active Unitarian Universalist gave the poem even higher prominence in her spiritual life, writing,
I love Mary Oliver because her poems â€œWest Wind #2,â€ â€œWild Geese,â€ and â€œThe Journeyâ€ saved my lifeâ€“literally. They gave me the strength and courage to do some hard thingsâ€“basically to get out of a life that was killing me, and into one that is full of love and joy. Oliver will always hold a special place in my heart for that.
In a religious tradition that has largely abandoned language of salvation in the 21st century (emphasizing, if anything, that humanity has to save itself), it is perhaps inevitable that its adherents will seek salvific messages where they can find them in other, extra-congregational sources.
The second Mary Oliver poem which appears in the Unitarian Universalist hymnbook (also from Dream Work) is â€œMorning Poem.â€Â Again, italicized portions indicate the intention that this be used as an antiphonal or responsive reading:
Every morning the world is
Under the orange sticks of the
sun the heaped ashes of the
night turn into leaves again.
And fasten themselves to the high
branches â€“ and the ponds appear
like black cloth on which are
painted islands of summer lilies.
If it is your nature to be happy
you will swim away along
the soft trails for hours, your
And if you spirit carries within it
the thorn that is heavier than
lead â€“ if itâ€™s all you can do to keep on trudging â€“
There is still somewhere deep
within you a beast shouting
that the earth is exactly what
it wanted â€“
Each ponds with its blazing lilies is
a prayer heard and answered
lavishly, every morning,
Whether or not you have ever
dared to be happy,
whether or not you have ever
dared to pray.
Like â€œWild Geese,â€ â€œMorning Poemâ€ addresses the suffering individual (â€œthe spirit that carries the thorn that is heavier than leadâ€), claims that the individual is in the right place (Nature or Earth) and affirms that that place is inherently sacred.Â There are resonances with the Book of Genesis in the first line (â€œEach morning the world is createdâ€), and again, the human is affectionately reduced to the most creaturely of beings (â€œsoft animalâ€ in â€œWild Geeseâ€ and â€œa beastâ€ in â€œMorning Poemâ€).Â As in â€œWild Geese,â€ â€œMorning Poemâ€ claims that whether or not the human being is particularly religious (â€œwhether or not you have ever dared to prayâ€), the natural world invites each person to actively participate in the immanent, divine order of things.Â It is a reading which, when I ventured to try it with a congregation during worship, did not flow very well, but it contains some memorably beautiful images (the orange sticks of the sun/the pond with the blazing lilies) and a comforting theological message that traditional spiritual practices are not necessary to commune with the â€œanswered prayerâ€ that is Nature.
Emerson and Thoreau said much the same thing in far more prosaic language in the 19th century, of course, unintentionally striking a nearly-fatal blow to the nascent Unitarian movement and leaving a legacy of anti-institutionalism and sporadic church-going that has not abated since their time.Â Oliver is a worthy heir to this strand of the Transcendentalist tradition, enthusiastically exhorting the reader to throw themselves down in the grass and worship in that manner, or to do so by floating in a pond, or by spending a summerâ€™s day savoring blackberries on oneâ€™s â€œhappy tongue.â€
In the last of her contributions to the Unitarian Universalist hymn book, Oliverâ€™s poem â€œIn Blackwater Woodsâ€ is excerpted as follows:
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
This is a fitting final verse of a poem that juxtaposes satisfaction and goodness (trees turning their own bodies â€œinto pillars of lightâ€) with sadness and even nihilistic imagery (â€œevery pond/no matter what its name is/is nameless nowâ€), but it seems a startlingly inappropriate message for a church to perpetuate.
For one thing, Oliver makes a definitive pastoral statement that works beautifully for her poem but that has no place in a institution whose founder advised us not to love what is mortal as though our lives depended on it, but to love God in that manner, because our lives do depend on it. Similarly, this poem strikes me as a questionable inclusion in a hymn book because, taken out of context of the larger poem, the phrases read as a therapeutic sound bite for â€œgetting overâ€ losses one might have suffered.Â Who is to say when the time is to â€œlet it go?â€ Mary Oliver doesnâ€™t say, but grieving worshipers hearing this on a Sunday morning might legitimately wonder if they are being in some way admonished for not being able to â€œlive in this worldâ€ appropriately.Â This might be an overly-sensitive concern, but if people are listening carefully for images of God that may offend them (as they often are in a Unitarian Universalist congregation where the vast majority are â€œcome-outersâ€ from more conservative faith traditions– or who come unchurched and critical of traditional religion), are they not listening especially carefully also for words that may spiritually guide and advise them?
Mary Oliver is at her best and most theologically inspiring when writing about theophanies in ordinary life. Her Pulitzer Prize-winning collection American Primitive contains what are for me her finest poems in that vein.Â In one poem, â€œThe Kitten,â€ Oliver describes taking a stillborn kitten with one eye from her house catâ€™s bed and burying it in a field behind her house.
I suppose I could have given it
to a museum,
I could have called the local newspaper.
But instead I took it out into the field
and opened the earth
and put it back
saying, it was real,
saying, life is infinitely inventive. . .
The poet is saying that even this tiny dead being that would have been regarded as grotesque by most people is part of what is natural, and is therefore to be marveled at as evidence of an infinitely creative Creator.Â It is her constant refrain; to render the unremarkable remarkable, and the ugly or even treacherous aspects of creation worthy of attention and reverence.Â Oliver invites us into solidarity and fellowship with all of life.Â She is the anti-Annie Dillard, who so delights in dashing sentimental or anthropomorphized notions of the natural world against the rocks of gleefully clinical descriptions of the horrors of Nature, â€œred in tooth and claw.â€
Oliverâ€™s magnificent poem â€œHumpbacks,â€ around which I once designed an entire worship service, is a glorious revelation of the theophany of the humpback whale (see Appendix B) as it â€œsmashes through the surfaceâ€ of the ocean and hangs â€œfor some unbelievable part of a moment against the sky/like nothing youâ€™ve ever imagined/ like the myth of the fifth morning galloping out of darkness/pouring heavenward.â€Â As in many of Oliverâ€™s poems, this one is also about the relationship between the human body and the other embodied aspects of creation.Â It begins as a creation story, evoking a â€œcountry of original fireâ€ in which we live and move and have our being, and later echoes Genesis as it connects the magnificent appearance of the whales to â€œthe myth of the fifth morning galloping out of [the primordial] darkness.â€
As she often does, Oliver ends her poem with an exhortation to the reader, saying,
Listen, whatever it is you try
to do with your life, nothing will ever dazzle you
like the dreams of your body –
It is these exhortations, these evangelical moments in Oliverâ€™s poems that are most treasured by those who hear her within the context of worship.Â â€œDonâ€™t love your life too much,â€ she says in the voice of a butterfly at the end of her poem â€œOne Or Two Things.â€ And this treasured phrase that appears at the end of â€œThe Summer Day,â€ a poem I have read at half a dozen memorial services, asks her ultimate question: Â â€œTell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?â€  Her theology is broad and humanistic, â€œincantations drawing us forward to a more authentic life.â€
What, then, will Unitarian Universalists make of Oliverâ€™s development as a poet of distinctly Earth-based, broadly humanistic spirituality (with a smattering of Christian images and references sprinkled throughout), to a grieving woman hungering and thirsting after the God of Christian faith in her recent collection, Thirst?
I attended the Installation of a new Unitarian Universalist minister in March of 2008 which used Thirstâ€™s first poem, â€œMessengerâ€ as an antiphonal benediction read by several of the new ministerâ€™s colleagues. The poem begins, â€œMy work is loving the world,â€ and proceeds with the usual Oliver specificity of reverence — the inevitable lists of aspects of creation she wants to be sure we will not overlook in our hasty pace of life (â€œHere the sunflowers, there the hummingbird/Here the quickening yeast/there the blue plums/Here is the clam deep in the speckled sandâ€).Â But at the last line, a surprise. Rather than her customary reminder that life is brief and therefore must be savored, Oliver ends her poem with a reference to eternal life:
A mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is,
that we live forever.
For close readers of Oliver, this phrase is a shift, a hint that something is changing in the poetâ€™s spiritual orientation.Â Later in the collection (â€œMusical Notation: 1â€) we find Oliver referring to all of creation as Godâ€™s works â€“ more specifically, in traditionally gendered language as â€œHis works.â€ Â Another surprise.
â€œHave you noticed?â€ she asks.Â Yes, in Thirst, we have noticed for the first time in this collection that Mary Oliver is a faithful Christian woman, weaving glorious poetry out of an all-too human struggle with meaning in the aftermath of a shattering loss.Â â€œDear Lord,â€ she begins one poem, and later in that same poem affirms, â€œStill I believe you will come, Lord: you willâ€¦â€
Will wounded ex-Christians, agnostics, humanistic, Jewish or Buddhist-oriented Unitarian Universalists who love Mary Oliverâ€™s poetry so much that they take her words as personal creeds and commit them to memory feel betrayed by their Museâ€™s new direction? Will they accept it and follow where she leads with literary appreciation and healthy self-differentiation? Will they dismiss her devotion to the Christian Way as the disappointing, if understandable, reaction to losing her partner of forty years (a kind of regression, if you will)?Â It will be interesting to see how frequently, if at all, poems from Thirst are included in Unitarian Universalist worship services, meditation circles and retreats.
I personally find Thirst to be Oliverâ€™s most mature and powerful collection in a long time, as I had begun to find her work vapid and formulaic.Â It is not only the details of her Christian life that I find beautiful and resonant (a description of trying to remember the lectionary lesson when one is depressed, disoriented and grieving; a simple report of attending church and then walking the dog; the plea for God to still our pounding, anxious hearts and bring us to the peace that passeth understanding; the mystery of Eucharistic transformation of bread, wine, self and community), it is the new sense of deep relationality which I find in these poems that inspires and moves me. Oliverâ€™s shift from a poetic voice of such total interiority that it bordered, for me, on irritating self-absorption (no matter how literarily beautiful) to a voice that recognizes and even, in a bittersweet and poignant way, celebrates dependency, inter-dependency and community is, to this admirer, a great literary fulfillment.
 Commenter Marcia on â€œThereâ€™s Something About Mary,â€ PeaceBang blog, May 1, 2008. Spelling original.
 Commenter Terri, ibid.
 Commenter Judy Welles, ibid.
 Commenter Terri on â€œThereâ€™s Something About Mary,â€ PeaceBang blog, May 1, 2008.
 Commenter Doxy, ibid.
 Mary Oliver, American Primitive (Little, Brown & Company, New York: 1983), 82-83. See appendix A for complete poem.
 Mary Oliver, New And Selected Poems (Boston: Beacon Press, 1992), 120-122.
 Ibid, 94.
 Rev. Jen Crow, â€œThis Wild And Precious Life,â€ Sermon given at First Unitarian Church of Rochester, NY, July 16, 2006.Â http://www.rochesterunitarian.org/2005-06/20060716.html
 Mary Oliver, Thirst (Beacon Press: Boston, 2006), 1.
 Mary Oliver, â€œMaking The House Ready For the Lord,â€ Thirst (Boston, Beacon Press, 2006), 13.