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 swing over buildings,// dipping and rising;/ they float l...

It is possible, I suppose that sometime/ we will learn everything/ there is to learn: what the world is, for example,/ and what it means. I think this as I am crossing/ from one field to another, in summer, and the/ mockingbird is mocking me, as one ...

Who made the world?/ Who made the swan, and the black bear?/ Who made the grasshopper?/ This grasshopper, I mean—/ the one who has flung herself out of the grass,/ the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,/ who is moving her jaws back and forth i...

Love, love, love, says Percy./ And hurry as fast as you can/ along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust./ Then, go to sleep./ Give up your body heat, your beating heart./ Then, trust. Mary Oliver [Advice from Mary Oliver's dog, Percy.] ...