Synopses & Reviews
Winner of the 2005 Walt Whitman Award of The Academy of American Poets O'Reilley's is] a style that celebrates . . . that mystery we call the soul. That part of us that is of another world, come perhaps to instruct us in this one -Mary Oliver, from her judge's citation Half Wild is spiritual biography wound backwards, spiraling into the world rather than out of it. Though it reflects on the paradoxes of our violent times, Mary Rose O'Reilley's collection hangs on to life like the bee up to his hips in love who will fall asleep in the snow and wake up still kissing his flower. In O'Reilley's poems, human, animal, and mineral creations interpenetrate and share surreal conversation-even stones exchange stories of hot times in the magma and animals are listened to intently. Here sacred inquiry is grounded in a passion for the natural world, resolving questions through lyric, erotic, and sensual response. The poems of Half Wild revel in desire and longing as instruments of theological critique.
Synopsis
Half Wild is spiritual biography wound backwards, spiraling into the world rather than out of it. Though it reflects on the paradoxes of our violent times, Mary Rose O'Reilley's collection hangs on to life like the bee "up to his hips in love" who "will fall asleep in the snow" and "wake up still kissing his flower." In O'Reilley's poems, human, animal, and mineral creations interpenetrate and share surreal conversation -- even stones exchange stories of "hot times in the magma" and animals are listened to intently. Here sacred inquiry is grounded in a passion for the natural world, resolving questions through lyric, erotic, and sensual response. The poems of Half Wild revel in desire and longing as instruments of theological critique.You were the part of methat gave itself to death.Sometimes I dream of eyes, sealed with a membraneof unknowinglike a mystic's veil, that open to my glance without surprise.Sometimes I dreamof perfect understanding.Sometimes I snatchat hands that seem to seekas through a caul.Sometimes I wakenWith an infant's shriek. -- from "Twin"