Mary Oliver

Presents a collection of poems that reflects the author's signature imagery-based language and her observations of the unaffected beauty of nature.

Poems

Blue Horses

maia

No matter what the world does, some things don't alter with time. The first kiss, the first death. The sorrowful sweetness of rhyme.

Bless the notebook that I always carry in my pocket. And the pen. Bless the words with which I try to say what I see, think, or feel. With gratitude for the grace of the earth. The expected and the exception, both. For all the hours I have been given to be in this world.

Slowly the morning climbs toward the day. As for the poem, not this poem but any poem, do you feel its sting? Do you feel its hope, its entrance to a community? Do you feel its hand in your hand?

ame 

What kind of life is it always to plan and do, to promise and finish, to wish for the near and the safe?

 Well, there's life, and then there's later. Maybe it's myself that I miss. The field, and the sparrow singing at the edge of the woods. And the doe that one morning came upon me unaware, all tense and gorgeous

karina

By next week the violets will be blooming. Anyway, this was my delicious walk in the rain. What was it actually about?

Think about what it is that music is trying to say. It was something like that.

You could live a hundred years, it's happened. Or not. l am speaking from the fortunate platform of many years, none of which, I think, I ever wasted. Do you need a prod? Do you need a little darkness to get you going?

How desperate I would be if I couldn't remember the sun rising, if I couldn't remember trees, rivers; if I couldn't even remember, beloved, your beloved name.

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