Poems by Mary Oliver
When Death Comes
... an iceberg between the shoulder blades,I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering: ...
The Journey
... was terrible. It was already late ...
A Meeting
... between breaths slack with exhaustionand after a while it rises and becomes a creature ...
The Summer Day
... Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face ...
Little Summer Poem Touching The Subject Of Faith
... I am deaf too to the tick of the leaves, the tapping of downwardness from the banyan feet -- ...
Cold Poem
... of the blue shark cruising toward the tumbling seals ...
Music
... or resists, must lie like a field of dark water under ...
The Sun
... and is gone-- and how it slides again out of the blackness, ...
The Chance To Love Everything
... It was gone. Then I whirled at the sound of some ...
Next Time
... I'd stop just before going into a house ...
Poem (The spirit likes to dress up...)
... it needs the metaphor of the body,lime and appetite, ...
The Fish
... we feed this feverish plot, we are nourished ...
Morning Poem
... to be happy you will swim away along the soft trailsfor hours, your imagination ...
The Swan
... A shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees - like a waterfall ...
Knife
... at least, dazzling whoever else has happened ...
