Mary Oliver


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  • Allyson (7/15/2018 3:11:00 AM)

    looking for a poem that begins with the lines if only there were a boat, long and low and loaded with all that we'd brought.. possibly published in the New Yorker 14 years ago..

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  • Olivia Leppard (6/12/2018 10:55:00 AM)

    who is Mary Oliver? I NEED THIS FOR A SCHOOL ASSIGNMENT!

  • Tom Christofferson (5/30/2018 8:08:00 AM)

    Looking for poem that begins with the line When death comes...

  • Sharron Arnold (4/28/2018 9:01:00 PM)

    Mary Oliver is probably my favourite artist....her pieces are so thought provoking and meaningful. Some bring me to tears, they are so beautiful....

  • Michele Ann Gill (3/16/2018 8:34:00 PM)

    Mary Oliver is such an exceptional, unique poet and she inspires me to keep writing. She's absolutely right about poetry being a way of life I have a propensity to write and must keep going. Her work is so beautiful, direct, poignant, effortless and intelligent, I often wonder, why do I bother?

  • The Van Man (2/9/2018 8:18:00 AM)

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  • your nan (2/9/2018 8:16:00 AM)

    this gave me klamidia

  • The Van Man (2/9/2018 8:16:00 AM)

    Totally not a creep with a white van

  • The Van Man (2/9/2018 8:16:00 AM)

    hey I am a total poet like peeps

  • The Van Man (2/9/2018 8:13:00 AM)

    Gimme sum more peeps I am your only one

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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Lilies

I have been thinking
about living
like the lilies
that blow in the fields.

They rise and fall
in the edge of the wind,
and have no shelter
from the tongues of the cattle,

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