Poem: The Journey

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…

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