Poetry is one of the original arts, and it began, as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the… — 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… — mary oliver Copy Share Image
“Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Writers must... take care of the sensibility that houses the possibility of poems. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Gannets I am watching the white gannets blaze down into the water with the power of blunt spears and a stunning accuracy--… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
The poem in which the reader does not feel himself or herself a participant is a lecture, listened to from an uncomfortable… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I have the feeling that a lot of poets writing now are - they sort of tap dance through it. — 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
“At Blackwater Pond At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled after a night of rain. I dip my cupped hands. I… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“from the poem Hum, Hum The resurrection of the morning. The mystery of the night. The hummingbird's wings. The excitement of thunder.… — 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
I worked privately, and sometimes I feel that might be better for poets than the kind of social workshop gathering. My school… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Now of all voyagers I remember, who among them Did not board ship with grief among their maps?” — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“The Poet With His Face In His Hands You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Poetry is a serious business; literature is the apparatus through which the world tries to keep intact its important ideas and feelings. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the… — 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
Poetry is one of the ancient arts, and it began as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the… — 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
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
At the time I was growing up, literature was involved with the so-called confessional poets. And I was not interested in that.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“We did not know she was sick, but she has come to the fence, walking like a woman who is balancing a… — 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
