Starlings in Winter, a poem by Mary Oliver

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I took part in a global poetry reading project, celebrating the life of poet Mary Oliver. This is my interpretive reading of her poem, Starlings in Winter.

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Voice Age

Middle Aged (35-54)


North American (General) North American (US Midwest- Chicago, Great Lakes)


Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
chunky and noisy, but with stars in their black feathers. They spring from the telephone wire, and instantly they are acrobats in the freezing wind, and now in the theater of air, they swing over buildings, dipping and rising. They float like one stippled star that opens, becomes for a moment, fragmented, then closes again and you watch and you try. But you simply can't imagine how they do it with no articulated instruction. No pause on Lee, the silent confirmation that they are this notable thing, this wheel of many parts that can rise and spin over and over again, full of gorgeous life. Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us, even in the leafless winter. Even in the ASCII City, I am thinking now of grief and of getting past it. I feel my boots trying to leave the ground. I feel my heart pumping hard. I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable, beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings