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Mary Oliver On Inner Vision

Mary Oliver (September 10, 1935 -)

My loyalty is to the inner vision, whenever and howsoever it may arrive. If I have a meeting with you at three o’clock, rejoice if I am late. 64 more words


Mary Oliver

The Poet with His Face in His Hands

You want to cry aloud for your
mistakes. But to tell the truth the world
doesn’t need anymore of that sound. 136 more words



grows the thyme
as tho to remind one
of grace in grief
rooted strong

its fragrance
flows all around
as tho by recollection… 44 more words


Mary Oliver

When one is alone and lonely, the body
gladly lingers in the wind or the rain,
or splashes into the cold river, or
pushes through the ice-crusted snow. 14 more words



I am watching the white gannets
blaze down into the water
with the power of blunt spears
and a stunning accuracy—
even though the sea is riled and boiling… 156 more words

American Poets

Mary Oliver's Otter

He brings the fresh cool
of the river
to my breakfast table.
The poem turns
into a story
I read to my kids.
My daughter’s smile says: 52 more words


Snow Geese by Mary Oliver

Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last!
    What a task
      to ask

of anything, or anyone,

yet it is ours,
    and not by the century or the year, but by the hours. 144 more words