Description
I go down to the shore in the morning
and depending on the hour the waves
are rolling in or moving out,
and I say, oh, I am miserable,
what shall–
what should I do? And the sea says
in its lovely voice:
Excuse me, I have work to do.
Whether studying the leaves of a tree or mourning her treasured dog Percy, Mary Oliver is beautifully open to the teachings contained within the smallest of moments. In A Thousand Mornings she explores, with startling clarity, humour and kindness, the mysteries of our daily experience.







Swansea Automatic
What Rhymes with Sneeze?
Collected Poems and Drawings of Stevie Smith
This Is Yarrow
She Inserts the Key
Sax Burglar Blues
States of Happiness
Jinx
The Lover's Pinch
Signs Like This
The 'White City'
Get Out Of My Bath!
God Love Poetry, In-Prints You
My First Mr. Men Nursery Rhymes
Poems
Comic Poems
Jelly Boots, Smelly Boots
Over the Moon
New and Selected Poems, Volume Two
Steep Tea
Luck Is the Hook
Counting Backwards
Hansel and Gretel
The Silvering
Let Us Compare Mythologies