Mary Oliver


Mary Oliver Poems

If you see a poem only with title, it is listed that way because of copyright reasons.
81. At Blackwater Pond 1/13/2003
82. A Meeting 1/13/2003
83. Daisies 3/30/2005
84. August 1/13/2003
85. Black Oaks 1/13/2003
86. Mindful 3/30/2005
87. After Arguing Against The Contention That Art Must Come From Discontent 1/13/2003
88. The Journey 1/3/2003
89. Wild Geese 1/3/2003
90. When Death Comes 1/3/2003
91. A Visitor 1/3/2003
92. A Dream Of Trees 3/30/2005

Comments about Mary Oliver

  • 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

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  • ***** ***** (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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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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