Tag Archives: Mary Oliver

Winter mornings are made of steel

Winter mornings are made of steel; they have a metallic taste and sharp edges. On a Wednesday in January, at seven in the morning, it’s plain to see that the world was not made for Man, and definitely not for … Continue reading

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Joy is not made to be a crumb

Don’t Hesitate by Mary Oliver If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy, don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty of lives and whole towns destroyed or about to be. We are not wise, and not very often kind. … Continue reading

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your one wild and precious life

Who made the world? Who made the swan, and the black bear? Who made the grasshopper? This grasshopper, I mean— the one who has flung herself out of the grass, the one who is eating sugar out of my hand, … Continue reading

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Just Another Manic Monday of Miscellany

The coolest doorway in Paris is at number 29 Avenue Rapp . Mondrian’s mysticism: Evolution (1910–1911) A NEW NATIONAL ANTHEM Ada Limón The truth is, I’ve never cared for the National Anthem. If you think about it, it’s not a … Continue reading

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If you have ever gone to the woods with me

“Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable… I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging the old black oak tree. … Continue reading

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I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.

When Death Comes When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox; when death … Continue reading

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August Everything Is Wrong

“August” by Mary Oliver Our neighbor, tall and blonde and vigorous, the mother of many children, is sick. We did not know she was sick, but she has come to the fence, walking like a woman who is balancing a … Continue reading

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Meanwhile the world goes on

Even if you are not a regular reader of poetry, it’s likely that you have run across the work of Mary Oliver. Her writing is so simple, straightforward and accessible that it has found its way onto posters, mugs, and … Continue reading

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