Poetry Quote by Mary Oliver — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“The Poet With His Face In His Hands”

“But first and foremost, I learned from Whitman that the poem is a temple—or a green field—a place to enter, and in which to feel. Only in a secondary way is it an intellectual thing—an artifact, a moment of seemly and robust wordiness—wonderful as that part of it is. I learned that the poem was made not just to exist, but to speak—to be company.”

“to live in this world”

““Why I Wake Early”

“Sleeping In The Forest”

“The Fourth Sign of The Zodiac (Part 3) by Mary Oliver”

“We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night...”

“TO what purpose, April, do you return again?”

“Verses which do not teach men new and moving truths do not deserve to be read.”

“She was afraid of heights”

“A pear should come to the table popped with juice,”

“Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,”