The poet, Mary Oliver, died this past week at the age of 83. The New York Times described her as “far and away, America’s best-selling poet.”  To my mind, the best eulogy I’ve yet read is the following by Patricia Adams Farmer posted on Spirituality and Practice.   Mary Oliver and the World of Everywhere Posted by Patricia Adams Farmer on January 18, 2019 “On a soft, snowy morning I read a poem by Mary Oliver. And in the afternoon, it came to me, a notice of her death. Too soon! I thought. Too soon to lose a talent of this magnitude. My heart rocked in grief for several minutes. But then I re-read the poem from the morning called “Bazougey” (Dog Songs, 2013), about the death of a beloved dog. It begins, Where goes he now, that dark little dog who used to come down the road barking and shining? He’s gone now, from the world of particulars, the singular, the visible. So, that deepest sting: sorrow. Still, is he gone from us entirely, or is he a part of that other world, everywhere?   I now think of Mary Oliver as in this poem, no longer part of the singular, the visible, the world of particulars, but rather “a part of that other world, everywhere.” Mary Oliver spent…….