Category Archive: Favorite Poems

The Journey – Mary Oliver

One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the… Continue reading

The Buddha’s Last Instruction – Mary Oliver

“Make of yourself a light” said the Buddha, before he died. I think of this every morning as the east begins to tear off its many clouds of darkness, to send up the… Continue reading

Praying – Mary Oliver

It doesn’t have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don’t try… Continue reading

Fall Song – Mary Oliver

Another year gone, leaving everywhere its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves, the uneaten fruits crumbling damply in the shadows, unmattering back from the particular island of this summer, this NOW, that now is… Continue reading

Starlings in Winter – Mary Oliver

Chunky and noisy, but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone wire and instantly they are acrobats in the freezing wind. And now, in the theater of air, they… Continue reading

I Happened to Be Standing – Mary Oliver

I don’t know where prayers go, or what they do. Do cats pray, while they sleep half-asleep in the sun? Does the opossum pray as it crosses the street? The sunflowers? The old… Continue reading

Snowy Night – Mary Oliver

Last night, an owl in the blue dark tossed an indeterminate number of carefully shaped sounds into the world, in which, a quarter of a mile away, I happened to be standing. I… Continue reading

Still I Rise – Maya Angelou

Still I Rise Maya Angelou, 1928 – 2014 You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my… Continue reading

Love Dogs – Rumi

Love Dogs One night a man was crying, Allah! Allah! His lips grew sweet with the praising, until a cynic said, “So! I have heard you calling out, but have you ever gotten any… Continue reading

If I hold you – Rumi

If I hold you with my emotions, you’ll become a wished-for companion. If I hold you with my eyes, you’ll grow old and die. So I hold you where we both mix with… Continue reading