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…

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…

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…

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…

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