Mary Oliver


Mary Oliver Poems

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81. Cold Poem 1/13/2003
82. Dogfish 1/13/2003
83. At Blackwater Pond 1/13/2003
84. A Meeting 1/13/2003
85. After Arguing Against The Contention That Art Must Come From Discontent 1/13/2003
86. August 1/13/2003
87. Mindful 3/30/2005
88. When Death Comes 1/3/2003
89. The Journey 1/3/2003
90. Wild Geese 1/3/2003
91. A Visitor 1/3/2003
92. A Dream Of Trees 3/30/2005
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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