What did Mary Oliver mean by: Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine - Mary Oliver Poet · USA Copy
+ I grew up in a sad, depressed place. I got out. Poetry saved my life. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Mary Oliver, Grew Up, 0 - Mary Oliver Poet · USA
+ I read the way a person might swim, to save his or her life. I wrote that way too. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Mary Oliver, Swim, 0 - Mary Oliver Poet · USA
+ One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began. Feraz Zeid, October 26, 2023December 26, 2023, Mary Oliver, One Day, 0 - Mary Oliver Poet · USA
+ Be good-natured and untidy in your exuberance. Feraz Zeid, July 14, 2023December 12, 2023, Mary Oliver, Be Good, 0 - Mary Oliver Poet · USA
+ One thing I do know is that poetry, to be understood, must be clear. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Mary Oliver, Understood, 0 - Mary Oliver Poet · USA
+ You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Mary Oliver, Animal, Medicine, Philosophy, 0 - Mary Oliver Poet · USA
+ Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination. Feraz Zeid, January 16, 2024January 16, 2024, Mary Oliver, Imagination, Lonely, 0 - Mary Oliver Poet · USA
+ And it can keep you as busy as anything else, and happier. Feraz Zeid, June 21, 2023December 12, 2023, Mary Oliver, Busy, 0 - Mary Oliver Poet · USA
There’s no dew left on the daisies and clover; there’s no rain left in heaven. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
I love you as one should, to excess. With folly, delight and despair. - Jeanne Julie Eleonore de Lespinasse Salon hostess · France
That’s the trouble, I can’t forget him. He was everything to me, except mine. - Jennifer Worth Midwife · England
Well, I’m not here to live up to anyone else’s expectations-I’m here to live up to mine. - Jeremy Lin Basketball player
We are torn between the craving to know and the despair of having known. - Francoise Sagan Playwright · France
The various forms of despair at the various stations on the road. Explain - Franz Kafka Writer · Czechia
Perhaps poetry will be the canary in the mine-shaft warning us of what’s to come. - Galway Kinnell Poet · USA