Poems by Mary Oliver
At Blackwater Pond
... At Blackwater Pond the tossed waters have settled ...
Wild Geese
... calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -- ...
Honey At The Table
... shuffle up some tree, you rip the bark,you float into and swallow the dripping combs, ...
Flare
... it is not the blue helmet of the sky afterward,or the trees, or the beetle burrowing into the earth ...
Black Oaks
... d you can't keep me from the woods, from the tonnageof their shoulders, and their shining green hair ...
At Great Pond
... almost the bird vanishing over the water ...
Sleeping In The Forest
... I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, ...
Mockingbirds
... bowed down-- but still they asked for nothingbut the difficult life ...
Some Things The World Gave
... that yearned so far to the west that the world ...
The Buddha's Last Instruction
... He looked into the faces of that frightened crowd ...
Yes! No!
... verything and calling out Yes! No! The swan, for all his pomp, his robes of grass and petals, wants ...
An Afternoon In The Stacks
... But the rumor of it will haunt all that follows in my life ...
After Arguing Against The Contention That Art Must Come From Discontent
... I pound on the earth, riding the earth past the stars: ...
Egrets
... through the scumbled leaves, ...
Lilies
... from the tongues of the cattle,and have no closets or cupboards, ...
