Poems by Mary Oliver
Why I Wake Early
... to hold us in the great hands of light ...
Dogfish
... I don't want to tell it, I want to listento the enormous waterfalls of the sun ...
The Kookaburras
... They didn't want to do anything so extraordinary, only to fly ...
Sand Dabs, Five
... * Spring: there rises up from the earth such a blazing sweetness ...
That Sweet Flute John Clare
... Christopher Smart, in the press of blazing electricity ...
Clapp's Pond
... bronze wings;and one doe, dimpling the ground as she touches ...
The Kingfisher
... silver leaf with its broken red river, and with a rough and ...
Happiness
... in her black nails, untilmaybe she grew full, or sleepy, or maybe ...
Walking To Oak-Head Pond, And Thinking Of The Ponds I Will Visit In The Next Days And Weeks
... as it unfurls its fragrant body, and shinesagainst the hard possibility of stoppage-- ...
Toward The Space Age
... can occur unwatched and let a fountain of essential silliness ...
Gannets
... for a moment, then rise from the water inseparable ...
Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End?
... Haven't the flowers moved, slowly, across Asia, then Europe, ...
Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me
... my right hand was holding my left hand ...
A Dream of Trees
... Where, as the times implore our true involvement, ...
Sunrise
... this morning, climbing the familiar hills ...
