Still Dancing



Mary Oliver died yesterday at the age of 83. I never met her, but I feel as though I knew her. Perhaps that was her greatest gift.

Her poetry was intimate and approachable. Her subjects relatable; her language simple, but hardly simplistic. Her words were a subtle greeting that had the ability to draw you in and encourage you to stay long enough to grasp the depth within.


May I never not be frisky,
May I never not be risqué.

May my ashes when you have them, friend,
and give them to the ocean,

leap in the froth of the waves,
still loving movement,

still ready, beyond all else,
to dance for the world.

Mary Oliver



About Mary Jane

I am a retired English teacher. My husband, Frank, and I have lived on Cape Cod since 2000. I am a lifelong bread baker and writer and have been posting a blog on Falmouth Patch for the last few years. Savory Seasons has been largely devoted to recipes and food in general. I am hoping to expand my focus in this new blog.
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1 Response to Still Dancing

  1. JoAnn says:

    Last year we performed music written for her poetry. You would have enjoyed it.



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