I've been struggling to finish this book for about a year and a half, and I love Mary Oliver poems. This is the last collection she put together herself before her death in 2015.

It's a book that truly speaks to quiet moments in life, but is very difficult to read in a single sitting. The poems exclusively focused on nature really bounced off of me; Mary Oliver really shines when she finds ways to tie the natural world with the social one. Perhaps this isn't the collection for me.