Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination... — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
My work is the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird - equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
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
it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world. — 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
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
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 that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
...whoever you are, not matter how lonely the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
The world is: fun, and familiar, and healthful, and unbelievably refreshing, and lovely. And it is the theater of the spiritual; it… — 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
Of course! The path to heaven doesn't lie down in flat miles. It's in the imagination with which you perceive this world,… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I had a very dysfunctional family, and a very hard childhood. So I made a world out of words. And it was… — 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
I know I can walk through the world, along the shore or under the trees, with my mind filled with things of… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
You may not agree, you may not care, but if you are holding this book you should know that of all the… — 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
Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider the orderliness of the world. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
I acknowledge my feeling and gratitude for life by praising the world and whoever made all these things. — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
On the beach, at dawn: Four small stones clearly Hugging each other. How many kinds of love Might there be in the… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
After a cruel childhood, one must reinvent oneself. Then reimagine the world. — 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
