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@christiannielsen.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 3:40 PM

A minute of calm with Native American flute, a lake in autumn, and Mary Oliver (from “The Journey”). Wishing you peace on this beautiful day! #nature #flute #maryoliver #chill #peaceful

@phdiprefontaine.bsky.social Oct 11, 2026, 2:06 PM

Poetry is a life-cherishing force.
For poems are not words, after all,
but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost,
something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.

#MaryOliver #poet #poetry #lifegiving #seeking

@phdiprefontaine.bsky.social Oct 5, 2026, 5:14 PM

“And that is just the point... how the world, moist and beautiful, calls to each of us to make a new and serious response. That's the big question, the one the world throws at you every morning. "Here you are, alive. Would you like to make a comment?”
― Mary Oliver

#MaryOliver #quote #beauty #bloom

@michelledisarno.bsky.social Oct 5, 2026, 3:48 PM

After #maryoliver “Of the Empire”

#poet #poetry #amwriting

@thoeni.bsky.social Oct 4, 2026, 3:54 PM

“Look, the trees
are turning their own bodies
into pillars of light.”
— Mary Oliver

#ImageAndVerse
#PoetryAndPhotography #MaryOliver #GoldenHour #BirchTrees

A vertical late-afternoon landscape photograph capturing a scenic rural road curving past a sunlit grove of paper birch trees. Warm golden-hour sunlight illuminates the slender white trunks and delicate golden-green canopy of the birches, making them glow against a dark, forested hillside and a rolling field in the background. In the foreground, smooth gray asphalt curves around the bend with bright double yellow lines and faint, sweeping black tire marks curving along the lane. A tall wooden utility pole stands beside the grove under a pale autumn sky.

@jestabrick.bsky.social Oct 3, 2026, 1:37 AM

The real prayers are not the words, but the attention that comes first, Mary Oliver

"What we measure is what improves." In business settings, it's important KPIs drive improvement in the goal, not just the measurement. What we chose to notice improves. Cont

#poetry #maryoliver #fountainpensandink

@thoeni.bsky.social Oct 2, 2026, 4:22 PM

"Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again."
— Mary Oliver

#FlyDay
#ImageAndVerse
#WildGeese #MaryOliver #BirdPhotography
#Photography
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A horizontal photograph capturing two Canada geese in synchronized flight across a pale, overcast autumn sky. The geese are positioned in the upper portion of the frame, angled upward and flying toward the right with wings outstretched, their distinctive dark necks and white cheek patches silhouetted against the clouds. Below, a calm, rippling body of water meets a low, narrow shoreline with subtle winter trees and dark coastal brush along the horizon. The composition balances quiet negative space with the natural momentum of migration, evoking themes of movement and seasonal return.

@mistercorzi.bsky.social Sep 26, 2026, 6:41 AM

"This is the wish to touch their faces, their brown wrists—
to sing some sparkling poem into
the folds of their ears,
then walk with them,
over the hills
and over the hills
and into the impossible trees"
Mary Oliver (2004)
#photography #deer #PotD #poetry #poem #MaryOliver #nature #stillness

@catsbearsandme.bsky.social Sep 23, 2026, 4:32 PM

#Poetry
#BlueskyPoetry
#AutumnEquinox
#MaryOliver

Song for Autumn by Mary Oliver

Don’t you imagine the leaves dream now
how comfortable it will be to touch
the earth instead of the
nothingness of the air and the endless
freshets of wind? And don’t you think
the trees, especially those with
mossy hollows, are beginning to look for

the fires that will come—six, a dozen—to sleep
inside their bodies? And don’t you hear
the goldenrod whispering goodbye,
the everlasting being crowned with the first
tuffets of snow? The pond
stiffens and the white field over which
the fox runs so quickly brings out
its long blue shadows. The wind wags
its many tails. And in the evening
the piled firewood shifts a little,
longing to be on its way.

@flip1.bsky.social Sep 23, 2026, 12:07 PM

Great ink by @maddwolfcolumbus.bsky.social in @colsunderground.bsky.social about this Friday's screening at the Wex of MARY OLIVER: SAVED BY THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD with director Sasha Waters in the house! More info in the comments. #maryoliver

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@planetweaver.bsky.social Sep 22, 2026, 7:29 PM

Don't deny yourself this just because it happens to be in the X Twitter platform
Which still has plenty of diamonds in the rough and even polished.

#MaryOliver
#TheJourney

In her own voice.

What a treasure.

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@flip1.bsky.social Sep 22, 2026, 1:37 PM

Sasha Waters visits the Wex Friday, September 25 with her latest MARY OLIVER: SAVED BY THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD about the beloved poet. The Wex was proud to provide post-production support toward the completion of the film via our Film/Video Studio program. #maryoliver
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@jennymeehanart.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 7:37 PM

Captioned Colour Birthing Pool/Blackwater Video Poem #poet jennymeehan.wordpress.com one of my poems inspired by #maryoliver

Close up an image of water Lily illustrating a video poem by artist poet Jenny Meehan.

@oblitterate.bsky.social Sep 21, 2026, 1:30 AM

www.oblitterate.com/where/wildan...
#MaryOliver #Nature #AutumnEquinox

@pfanderson.bsky.social Sep 19, 2026, 11:30 PM

“That time
I thought I could not
go any closer to grief
without dying

I went closer,
and I did not die.
Surely God
had his hand in this,

as well as friends.” wordsfortheyear.com/2014/01/25/h... #MaryOliver

@catsbearsandme.bsky.social Sep 17, 2026, 5:15 PM

#Poetry
#BlueskyPoetry
#MaryOliver

When Death Comes by Mary Oliver

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it’s over, I want to say all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.

@artandpoetry.bsky.social Sep 13, 2026, 7:48 PM

#maryoliver #quote #quotes #poetry #grief #death #life

@thoeni.bsky.social Sep 13, 2026, 12:53 AM

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver read by Helena Bonham Carter. For those of us needing a hug this evening.

Good night, BlueSky
#poetry
#HelenaBonhamCarter
#MaryOliver

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@petegasper.bsky.social Sep 12, 2026, 1:37 PM

“One day you finally knew…”

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#maryoliver

@mistercorzi.bsky.social Sep 11, 2026, 6:53 AM

The light flows from their branches.
And they call again, ”It's simple,” they say,
”and you too have come
into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled
with light, and to shine.”
Mary Oliver (2006)
#photography #forest #trees #PotD #poetry #poem #MaryOliver #glow #light #branches