Mary Oliver


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  • Loppo Louie Loppo Louie (3/8/2017 11:44:00 AM)

    How true of this.
    it just rolls with the
    flow....

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  • Rohan R (7/29/2008 10:07:00 AM)

    Picturistic story narration through poetry that blends nature so well

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (7/14/2008 3:52:00 AM)

    In my journey of poetry, dear mary, you have inspired me a lot.

  • Leonard Daranjo (1/26/2008 3:19:00 AM)

    I absolutely love Mary Oliver's work. She is one of those people who stand out because of her originality and exquisite imagery. Very few poets have touched me as deeply as she has. She inspires me like a fresh breath of breeze over the literary world.

  • Vicki Mcclenahen (11/24/2006 6:18:00 PM)

    I can't begin to tell you what the work of Mary Oliver has meant to me over the last 15 years. I read and reread her poety. It touches me so deeply....her connection to nature. I wish I knew a way to contact her.

  • Jim Silva (4/4/2006 10:40:00 PM)

    To: Mary Oliver,
    I love your poetry, can you join a group of nature adorers for a summer river trip through the Grand Canyon this year?
    Jim Silva

  • ***** ***** (3/30/2005 6:59:00 PM)

    Oh Mary, this is why this site is worth visiting...Sx

  • Lenchen Elf (3/30/2005 6:18:00 PM)

    Mary, I am in awe and enraptured by the beauty of your work, thank you so much for sharing it.

  • Lare Austin (9/29/2004 12:25:00 PM)

    Mary...
    Recently a friend of mine became discouraged with her poetry and although she had just published a chapbook she was going to give up her poetry writing. She loves to write about nature. I gave her my copy of your book 'Why I Wake Early'. She is now re-inspired and looks very much forward to continuing her poetry writing. I, too, am also inspired by your writing.

    I Thank You.

    Lare Austin

Best Poem of Mary Oliver

A Dream Of Trees

There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
A quiet house, some green and modest acres
A little way from every troubling town,
A little way from factories, schools, laments.
I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
With only streams and birds for company.
To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.
And then it came to me, that so was death,
A little way away from everywhere.

There is a thing in me still dreams of trees,
But let it go. Homesick for moderation,
Half the world’s artists shrink or fall away.
If any find solution, let him ...

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At Blackwater Pond

At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled
after a night of rain.
I dip my cupped hands. I drink
a long time. It tastes
like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold
into my body, waking the bones. I hear them
deep inside me, whispering
oh what is that beautiful thing
that just happened?

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