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 Lark 3/30/2005
6. On Winter's Margin 3/30/2005
7. The Lily 3/30/2005
8. One 3/30/2005
9. Mushrooms 3/30/2005
10. Hummingbird Pauses At The Trumpet Vine 3/30/2005
11. The Moths 3/30/2005
12. The Rapture 3/30/2005
13. Moccasin Flowers 1/13/2003
14. Morning Glories 1/13/2003
15. That Sweet Flute John Clare 1/3/2003
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. Skunk Cabbage 3/30/2005
22. Lightning 3/30/2005
23. Snowy Night 3/30/2005
24. Toward The Space Age 1/13/2003
25. Moles 1/13/2003
26. Happiness 3/30/2005
27. The Humpbacks 1/13/2003
28. The Kookaburras 1/13/2003
29. Such Singing In The Wild Branches 3/30/2005
30. Picking Blueberries, Austerlitz, New York,1957 3/30/2005
31. Knife 1/13/2003
32. Two Kinds Of Deliverance 3/30/2005
33. Sleeping In The Forest 1/3/2003
34. Climbing The Chagrin River 1/13/2003
35. Peonies 1/13/2003
36. Turtle 1/13/2003
37. Starlings In Winter 3/30/2005
38. White Night 3/30/2005
39. Next Time 1/13/2003
40. The Chance To Love Everything 1/3/2003

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  • oiuyt (5/16/2019 10:10:00 AM)


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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 ...

Read the full of A Dream Of Trees


Every day
I see or hear
that more or less
kills me
with delight,
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack

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