A Dream Of Trees
Poetry isn't a profession, it's a way of life. It's an empty basket; you put your life into it and make something out of that.
Mary Oliver (b. 1935), U.S. poet. Georgia Review, p. 733 (Winter 1981).
05 Oct 02:15
Looking for the poem Seventy, full of beans
13 Sep 02:39
Looking for a poem about waking up to a deer licking her face
15 Jul 03:11
looking for a poem that begins with the lines if only there were a boat, long and low and loaded with all that we'd brought.. possibly published in the New Yorker 14 years ago..