The Journey –Mary Oliver From Dream Work One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice— though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles.…
Poem: What Is There Beyond Knowing
What Is There Beyond Knowing –Mary Oliver From New and Selected Poems: Volume Two What is there beyond knowing that keeps calling to me? I can’t turn in any direction but it’s there. I don’t mean the leaves’ grip and shine or even the…
Poetry: Morning Glories
Morning Glories –Mary Oliver From White Pine Blue and dark-blue rose and deepest rose white and pink they are everywhere in the diligent cornfield rising and swaying in their reliable finery in the little fling of their bodies their gear and tackle all…
Poetry: Landscape
Landscape –Mary Oliver From Dream Work Isn’t it plain the sheets of moss, except that they have no tongues, could lecture all day if they wanted about spiritual patience? Isn’t it clear the black oaks along the path are standing as though…
Spring
Spring –Mary Oliver from New and Selected Poems Somewhere a black bear has just risen from sleep and is staring down the mountain. All night in the brisk and shallow restlessness of early spring I think of her, her four…