You want to cry aloud for your mistakes. But to tell the truth the world doesn't need any more of that sound. — 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
Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled---to cast aside the weight of facts and maybe… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don't want to sell my… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
It was not a choice of writing or not writing. It was a choice of loving my life or not loving my… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
When it's over I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I want to believe I am looking into the white fire of a great mystery. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Everybody has to have their little tooth of power. Everybody wants to be able to bite. — 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
I know death is the fascinating snake under the leaves, sliding and sliding; I know the heart loves him too, can't turn… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Look, I want to love this world as though it's the last chance I'm ever going to get to be alive and… — 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
People want poetry. They need poetry. They get it. They don't want fancy work. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
When it's over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking… — 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
Almost anything is too much. I am trying in my poems to have the reader be the experiencer. I do not want… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Sunrise What is the name of the deep breath I would take over and over for all of us? Call it whatever… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
On poetry: Everyone wants to know what it means. But nobody is asking, How does it feel? — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I want to be braver and more honest about my life. When you're sexually abused, there's a lot of damage. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Tell me what it is you plan to do with your one wild and precious life? When it's over, I want to… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
The poet dreams of the classroom I dreamed I stood up in class And I said aloud: Teacher, Why is algebra important?… — 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
