I saw that worrying had come to nothing and gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
We shake with joy, we shake with grief. What a time they have, these two housed as they are in the same… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I have a little dog who likes to nap with me. He climbs on my body and puts his face in my… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Love, love, love, says Percy. And hurry as fast as you can along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“As for the body, it is solid and strong and curious and full of detail: it wants to polish itself; it wants… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
How many mysteries have you seen in your lifetime? How many nets pulled full over the boat's side, each silver body ready… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
from the complications of loving you i think there is no end or return. no answer, no coming out of it. which… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
On the beach, at dawn: Four small stones clearly Hugging each other. How many kinds of love Might there be in the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Tom Dancer’s gift of a whitebark pine cone You never know What opportunity Is going to travel to you, Or through you.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I had a dog who loved flowers. Briskly she went through the fields, yet paused for the honeysuckle or the rose, her… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
When death comes…. I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: what it’s going to be like, that cottage… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Belief isn't always easy. But this much I have learned--- if not enough else--- to live with my eyes open. — Mary Oliver Copy Share
In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to question. Which are, at the same time, the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
Poetry is one of the original arts, and it began, as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the earth. — Mary Oliver Copy Share
The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
“All important ideas must include the trees, the mountains, and the rivers. • To understand many things you must reach out of your own condition.” — Mary Oliver Copy Share
“Sometimes I think, were I just a little rougher made, I would go altogether to the woods—to my work entirely, and solitude, a few… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
“First Snow The snow began here this morning and all day continued, its white rhetoric everywhere calling us back to why, how, whence such beauty… — mary oliver Copy Share
“What can I say that I have not said before? So I’ll say it again. The leaf has a song in it. Stone is… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
There is nothing better than work. Work is also play; children know that. Children play earnestly as if it were work. But people grow… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
“Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
“I stood like Adam in his lonely garden On that first morning, shaken out of sleep, Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the leaves, Like… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly could, I… — Mary Oliver Copy Share
