Mary Oliver
Mary Oliver
Mary Oliveris an American poet who has won the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize. The New York Times described her as "far and away, this country's best-selling poet."...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth10 September 1935
CityMaple Heights, OH
CountryUnited States of America
what-matters mind let-me
Let me keep my mind on what matters, which is my work, which is mostly standing still and learning to be astonished.
morning stars kindness
Why I Wake Early Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who made the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the miserable and the crotchety – best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens to be where you are in the universe to keep us from ever-darkness, to ease us with warm touching, to hold us in the great hands of light – good morning, good morning, good morning. Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.
gratitude glory
Always there is something worth saying about glory, about gratitude.
writing wanted
He is exactly the poem I wanted to write.
world want this-world
I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.
nature stars voice
The stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own.
needs ache worthy
We need beauty because it makes us ache to be worthy of it.
stars fall snow
Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.
blue sunflower world
My work is the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hummingbird - equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there the blue plums...
serendipity grace luck
You can have the other words-chance, luck, coincidence, serendipity. I'll take grace. I don't know what it is exactly, but I'll take it.
love-yourself world special-education
Love yourself. Then forget it. Then, love the world.
able wanted know-how
Also I wanted to be able to love And we all know how that one goes, don't we? Slowly
rivers imagination live-your-life
So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and put your lips to the world. And live your life.
nature tree
Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, Stay awhile.