Poems by Mary Oliver
On Winter's Margin
... -They are what saves the world: who choose to grow ...
Picking Blueberries, Austerlitz, New York,1957
... and went floating off toward the trees -but the moment she did that ...
Such Singing in the Wild Branches
... and in fact it became difficult to tell just what it was that was singing - ...
Little Owl Who Lives in the Orchard
... when I see his wings open, like two black ferns, a flurry of palpitations ...
Starlings in Winter
... I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, ...
Song of the Builders
... Let us hope it will always be like this, ...
Skunk Cabbage
... Not tenderness, not longing, but daring and brawn ...
Stanley Kunitz
... cutting away the diseased, the superfluous, ...
The Moths
... and grinned.The wings of the moths catch the sunlight ...
The Truro Bear
... I think of the blueberry fields, the blackberry tangles, ...
The Lark
... As he came down once, to the nest of the grass, ...
Catbird
... in its shadow. He is neither the rare plover or the brilliant bunting, ...
