I go down to the shore in the morningand depending on the hour the wavesare rolling in or moving out, and I say, oh, I am miserable,what shall-what should I do? And the sea saysin its lovely voice:Exc
Maybe our world will grow kinder eventually.Maybe the desire to make something beautifulis the piece of God that is inside each of us. In this stunning collection, Mary Oliver returns to the imagery t
'And just like that, like a simpleneighbourhood event, a miracle istaking place.''If I have any secret stash of poems, anywhere, it might be about love, not anger,' Mary Oliver once said in an intervi
