n nNever afraid to shed the pretense of academic poetry, never shy of letting the power of an image lie in unadorned language, Mary Oliver offers us poems of arresting beauty that reflect on the power of love and the great gifts of the natural world. Inspired by the familiar lines from William Wordsworth, To me the meanest flower that blows can give / Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears, she uncovers the evidence presented to us daily by nature, in rivers and stones, willows and field corn, the mockingbirds embellishments, or the last hours of darkness.n