Mary Oliver


Mary Oliver Poems

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1. Beans 12/16/2014
2. The Fourth Sign of the Zodiac 10/16/2015
3. Sand Dabs, Five 1/13/2003
4. Song Of The Builders 3/30/2005
5. The Moths 3/30/2005
6. That Sweet Flute John Clare 1/3/2003
7. The Lark 3/30/2005
8. On Winter's Margin 3/30/2005
9. The Lily 3/30/2005
10. One 3/30/2005
11. Mushrooms 3/30/2005
12. Hummingbird Pauses At The Trumpet Vine 3/30/2005
13. The Rapture 3/30/2005
14. Moccasin Flowers 1/13/2003
15. Morning Glories 1/13/2003
16. The Family 3/30/2005
17. Some Things The World Gave 1/13/2003
18. Stanley Kunitz 3/30/2005
19. The Truro Bear 3/30/2005
20. Walking To Oak-Head Pond, And Thinking Of The Ponds I Will Visit In The Next Days And Weeks 1/13/2003
21. Such Singing In The Wild Branches 3/30/2005
22. Skunk Cabbage 3/30/2005
23. Lightning 3/30/2005
24. Snowy Night 3/30/2005
25. Toward The Space Age 1/13/2003
26. Moles 1/13/2003
27. The Humpbacks 1/13/2003
28. The Kookaburras 1/13/2003
29. Knife 1/13/2003
30. Two Kinds Of Deliverance 3/30/2005
31. The Chance To Love Everything 1/3/2003
32. Happiness 3/30/2005
33. Climbing The Chagrin River 1/13/2003
34. Turtle 1/13/2003
35. Picking Blueberries, Austerlitz, New York,1957 3/30/2005
36. Starlings In Winter 3/30/2005
37. White Night 3/30/2005
38. Sleeping In The Forest 1/3/2003
39. Music 1/3/2003
40. The Kingfisher 1/13/2003

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  • Steve Kerns (4/25/2019 2:57:00 PM)

    RIP. She certainly is one of the most important English language poets of the late 20th, early 21st century.

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  • Bill Grace (2/10/2019 7:16:00 PM)

    ... ... ...
    but once,
    years ago,
    in some kind of rapturous mistake,
    the deer did not run away

    but walked toward me
    and touched my hands-
    and I have been, ever since,
    separated from my old, comfortable life

    .... .... ....

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  • Bill Grace (2/8/2019 10:02:00 PM)

    Her poem The Pinewoods could well be her communication to us from the other side.

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  • Deborah Kauffman Miller (2/2/2019 12:48:00 PM)

    Looking for a Mary Oliver poem about rainwater seeping into the earth and a stone feeling itself being touched

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  • Anne Hoiberg (1/26/2019 8:10:00 PM)

    Looking for the poem in which the ocean states that it has work to do.

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  • Shirley (1/23/2019 12:54:00 PM)

    Looking for a poem that begins 'When death carts me off to the bottomlands'...Shirley

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  • Sharon (1/21/2019 2:51:00 PM)

    Looking for the poem that includes a fox curled up in a wheel bed, dead, when she finds it and she wonders what it saw/thought as it looked out after it had curled up and before it died. So poignant

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  • Sandra (1/20/2019 3:08:00 AM)

    Her life lives on in her poetry

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  • Carol Schantz (1/19/2019 6:26:00 PM)

    How beautiful.

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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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