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
prayer attention how-precious-life-is
I don't know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention...
soul listening my-own
I was hurrying through my own soul . . . I was leaning out . . . I was listening.
ambition today
Today I am altogether without ambition. Where did I get such wisdom?
soul looks care
And who will care, who will chide you if you wander away from wherever you are, to look for your soul?
morning heart thinking
Every morning I walk like this around the pond, thinking: if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead.
dog book sight
You may not agree, you may not care, but if you are holding this book you should know that of all the sights I love in this world — and there are plenty — very near the top of the list is this one: dogs without leashes.
art mean poetry
Poetry is one of the ancient arts, and it began, as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the earth. Also, it began through the process of seeing, and feeling, and hearing, and smelling, and touching, and then remembering--I mean remembering in words--what these perceptual experiences were like, while trying to describe the endless invisible fears and desires of our inner lives.
thinking feelings lines
I love the line of Flaubert about observing things very intensely. I think our duty as writers begins not with our own feelings, but with the powers of observing.
heart hunger hungry
We all have a hungry heart, and one of the things we hunger for is happiness.
how-precious-life-is done lasts
Tell me, what else should I have done? Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon? Tell me, what is it you plan to do With your one wild and precious life?
doe rooms lectures
The poem in which the reader does not feel himself or herself a participant is a lecture, listened to from an uncomfortable chair, in a stuffy room, inside a building.
sweet lying sea
The sea can do craziness, it can do smooth, it can lie down like silk breathing or toss havoc shoreward; it can give gifts or withhold all; it can rise, ebb, froth like an incoming frenzy of fountains, or it can sweet-talk entirely. As I can too, and so, no doubt, can you, and you.
details devotion renewal
You, too, can be carved anew by the details of your devotion.
college years too-much
In college, you learn how to learn. Four years is not too much time to spend at that.