“The woods that I loved as a child are entirely gone. The woods that I loved as a young adult are gone.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Every year the hatchlings wake in the swaying branches, in the silver baskets, and love the world. Is it necessary to say… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“In Our Woods, Sometimes a Rare Music Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
... the natural world is the old river that runs through everything, and I think poets will forever fish along its shores. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
The end of life has its own nature, also worth our attention. I don't say this without reckoning in the sorrow, the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“How I go to the wood Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
It is the nature of stone to be satisfied. It is the nature of water to want to be somewhere else. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“The poet dreams of the mountain Sometimes I grow weary of the days, with all their fits and starts. I want to… — 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
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
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
