Enjoy cricket poems by Mary Oliver and Rita Dove from two points of view—the poet and the cricket

Do you remember hearing a cricket chirping at night? Did you enjoy listening to its song, or was it annoying? Two well-known poets wrote about their encounters with a cricket, but from different points of view—the poet and the cricket.

I first found this poem, Nothing Is Too Small Not to Be Wondered About, by Mary Oliver. Attentive to all creatures, including the smallest of them, she wonders what happened to the cricket after it stopped its singing.

I then came across another poem about a cricket, Postlude, by Rita Dove. But it’s written from the perspective of one with something to say, and the magic that can happen when we stop and listen.

1st cricket poem

Nothing Is Too Small Not to Be Wondered About 
Mary Oliver
The cricket doesn’t wonder 
    if there’s a heaven
or, if there is, if there’s room for him.

It’s fall. Romance is over. Still, he sings.
If he can, he enters a house
    through the tiniest crack under the door.
Then the house grows colder.

He sings slower and slower.
    Then, nothing.

This must mean something, I don’t know what.
    But certainly it doesn’t mean 
he hasn’t been an excellent cricket 
    all his life.

Mary Oliver, “Nothing Is Too Small Not to Be Wondered About.” Felicity: Poems. New York: Penguin Press, 2016.

I found that one on Best Poems, and then as it appears with line breaks on page 27 of Felicity posted at the University of Arizona Poetry Center under Poems of Love and Compassion.

2nd cricket poem

Postlude
Rita Dove

     Stay by the hearth, little cricket.
     —Cendrillon

You prefer me invisible, no more than
a crisp salute far away from
your silks and firewood and woolens.

Out of sight, I'm merely an annoyance,
one slim, obstinate wrinkle in night's
deepening trance. When sleep fails,

you wish me shushed and back in my hole.
As usual, you're not listening: time stops
only if you stop long enough to hear it

passing. This is my business:
I've got ten weeks left to croon through.
What you hear is a lifetime of song.
“Postlude” by Rita Dove, featured in The Paris Review Issue No. 235, Winter 2020.  Copyright © 2020 by The Paris Review, used by permission of The Wylie Agency LLC.  

Read Rita Dove’s impressive biography after the poem in Featured Poet published on Poetry Daily, a partnership between the Daily Poetry Association and George Mason University.

Read about Mary Oliver (1935-2019) and her astonishing poetry in this memorial acknowledgment to her poetic legacy. It contains links to articles, interviews, and poetry readings, as well as many of her favorite poems I’ve loved and posted over the years.

— Written and compiled by Ken Chawkin for The Uncarved Blog.

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6 Responses to “Enjoy cricket poems by Mary Oliver and Rita Dove from two points of view—the poet and the cricket”

  1. Joanne L Napoli's avatar Joanne L Napoli Says:

    I love those poems. They make us aware of the smallest creatures around us, their short life span, and our fond memories of their presence in our own short lives. Crickets remind me of the end of summer, chilly weather and warm hearth fires.

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  2. Melinda Arndt's avatar Melinda Arndt Says:

    Dear Kenny,

    “A lifetime of song”…! Love it!

    Happy end of August,

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  3. Deborah J. Brasket's avatar deborahbrasket Says:

    I love these poems. It’s true, we overlook too often these fragile creatures that give full-throated voice to their brief existence. If only we could do as much with ours.

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