Three things I learnt from Mary Oliver
A poem is not
a racing car.
A poem is in
the warm salt wind
that licks me to life
in the Cornish morning.
A poem is as clear
as my sonís eyes.

Alex Corrin-Tachibana

Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver, poet.
(September 10, 1935 Ė January 17, 2019) 

If you have any thoughts on this poem, Alex Corri
n-Tachebana would be pleased to hear them.