The sweetness of dogs (fifteen) What do you say, Percy? I am thinking of sitting out on the sand to watch the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I decided very early that I wanted to write. But I didn't think of it as a career. I didn't even think… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Can one be passionate about the just, the ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit no labor in its cause?… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I don't know lots of things but I know this: next year when spring flows over the starting point I'll think I'm… — 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
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
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then. So I try not to miss… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
It's very important to write things down instantly, or you can lose the way you were thinking out a line. I have… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Let me keep my distance, always, from those who think they have the answers. Let me keep company always with those who… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I think one thing is that prayer has become more useful, interesting, fruitful, and... almost involuntary in my life. — 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
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
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
It is no use thinking that writing of poems - the actual writing - can accommodate itself to a social setting, even… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
GOING TO WALDEN It isn't very far as highways lie. I might be back by nightfall, having seen The rough pines, and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good… — 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
It's very important to write things down instantly, or you can lose the way you were thinking out a line. I have… — 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
I consider myself kind of a reporter - one who uses words that are more like music and that have a choreography.… — 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
