Mary Oliver died

The poet, Mary Oliver, died yesterday. I was surprisingly upset by this loss. I didn’t know her personally. Perhaps I’ve been softened by circumstances. I only know some, and certainly not all, of her work. But The Journey for many years has been my favorite poem ( and found in Dream Work). Before some circumstances and after others. I found it, and more of her poetry, hopeful and calm in way that I find in myself when I hike through the pines on trails in the Rocky Mountains in Colorado.

I recommend her work. Do you have poetry you recommend?