I 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 OliverSunrise What is the name of the deep breath I would take over and over for all of us? Call it whatever you want, it is happiness, it is another one of the ways to enter fire.
Mary OliverThe stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognized as your own.
Mary Oliver