Mary Oliver's poem, "Egrets", frantically runs the reader through a labyrinth of feeling, imagery, and uncertainty. Dragging the reader beyond Oliver's dirt path, through the hostile environment of a jungle, then to a great pond occupied by majestic egrets. The background of the speaker is unknown, the moment in time can not be truly determined because egrets live in tropical climates and the environment described in the poem can not distinguish the exact area which the poem is taking place, thus, the moment in time which this poem takes place can not be determined. The speaker, possibly an adventurer, is running through some sort of forest off of the path set to their impending doom within the jungle. By the means of imagery, questions of the significance of fire, light, and dark have risen from this poem, rushing the reader through the forest to then admire the pond...