Mary Oliver

Mary Oliver Poems

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81. A Meeting 1/13/2003
82. Black Oaks 1/13/2003
83. The Summer Day 1/13/2003
84. Mindful 3/30/2005
85. Dogfish 1/13/2003
86. After Arguing Against The Contention That Art Must Come From Discontent 1/13/2003
87. August 1/13/2003
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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When Death Comes

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes

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