The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing
Mary OliverDrive down any road, take a train or an airplane across the world, leave your old life behind, die and be born again~ wherever you arrive they'll be there first, glossy and rowdy and indistinguishable. The deep muscle of the world.
Mary OliverI worked privately, and sometimes I feel that might be better for poets than the kind of social workshop gathering. My school was the great poets: I read, and I read, and I read.
Mary OliverI saw that worrying had come to nothing and gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.
Mary Oliver