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
“Therefore, dark past, I’m about to do it. I’m about to forgive you for everything.” — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Things take the time they take. don't worry. How many roads did St. Augustine follow before he became St. Augustine? — 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
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
The most regretful people on earth are those who felt the call to creative work, who felt their own creative power restive… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I have a notebook with me all the time, and I begin scribbling a few words. When things are going well, the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“How perfect to be aboard a ship with maybe a hundred years still in my pocket. But it's late, for all of… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness. So as much as I possibly… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I do not live happily or comfortably With the cleverness of our times. The talk is all about computers, The news is… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Ten times a day something happens to me like this - some strengthening throb of amazement - some good sweet empathic ping… — 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
“Dogfish I wanted The past to go away, I wanted To leave it, like another country; I wanted My life to close,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“One Or Two Things Mary Oliver 1 Don't bother me I've just been born. 2 The butterfly's loping flight carries it through… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Mornings at Blackwater" For years, every morning, I drank from Blackwater Pond. It was flavored with oak leaves and also, no doubt,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
In college, you learn how to learn. Four years is not too much time to spend at that. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us... — 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 try to remember when time's measure painfully chafes, for instance when autumn flares out at the last, boisterous and like us… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
There were times over the years when life was not easy, but if you're working a few hours a day and you've… — 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
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
