Because of the dog’s joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
The challenge is to keep up with all the new poets at the same time I love the old ones. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
You never know / What opportunity / Is going to travel to you, / Or through you. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Love is when two people know everything about eachother and are still friends. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I don't ask for the sights in front of me to change, only the depth of my seeing. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Also I wanted to be able to love And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“We meet wonderful people, but lose them in our busyness. We’re, as the saying goes, all over the place. Steadfastness, it seems,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Writing a poem ... is a kind of possible love affair between something like the heart (that courageous but also shy factory… — 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
Because of the dog's joyfulness, our own is increased. It is no small gift. It is not the least reason why we… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I tell you this to break your heart, by which I mean only that it break open and never close again to… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“So, be slow if you must, but let the heart still play its true part. Love still as once you loved, deeply… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
In this universe we are given two gifts: the ability to love and the ability to question. Which are, at the same… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last! What a task to ask of anything, or anyone, yet it is… — 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
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
I want to write something so simply about love or about pain that even as you are reading you feel it and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
And it is exceedingly short, his galloping life. Dogs die so soon. I have my stories of that grief, no doubt many… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“We do not think of it every day, but we never forget it: the beloved shall grow old, or ill, and be… — 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
“I know someone who kisses the way a flower opens, but more rapidly. Flowers are sweet. They have short, beatific lives. They… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“EVERY DOG’S STORY I have a bed, my very own. It’s just my size. And sometimes I like to sleep alone with… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“oxygen Everything needs it: bone, muscles, and even, while it calls the earth its home, the soul. So the merciful, noisy machine… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“yoga soul today. instant resonation. Spring Somewhere a black bear has just risen from sleep and is staring down the mountain. All… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“That time I thought I could not go any closer to grief without dying I went closer, and I did not die.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“In the mystery and the energy of loving, we all view time's shadow upon the beloved as wretchedly as any of Poe's… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me" Last night the rain spoke to me slowly, saying, what joy to come falling out… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“eventually tides will be the only calendar you believe in… And someone’s face, whom you love, will be as a star Both… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“West Wind #2 You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But listen to me.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Love Sorrow Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must take care of what has been given. Brush her hair, help… — 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
