A poem by W.S. Merwin, Before the Flood: Why did he promise me that we would build ourselves an ark all by ourselves out in back of the house on New York Avenue in Union City New Jersey to the singing of the streetcars after the story of Noah whom nobody believed about the waters [...]
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I’ve admired Oliver’s poems for years. The spiritual sensitivity of her poems is palpable. But I only recently (i.e., two days ago!) discovered that she had “formalized” her spiritual sensitivities, if I can say that. I’m not sure which denomination she joined, although I’m guessing it was the Episcopal church. Share/Bookmark