Every spring I hear the thrush singing in the glowing woods he is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he lifts it until it seems to fall from the sky. I am thrilled. I am grateful. Then, by the end of morning, he's gone, nothing but silence out of the tree where he rested for a night. And this I find acceptable. Not enough is a poor life. But too much is, well, too much. Imagine Verdi or Mahler every day, all day. It would exhaust anyone.

1980 Guggenheim Foundation Fellowship
1984 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry for American Primitive
1992 National Book Award for Poetry for New and Selected Poems
1998 Lannan Literary Award for poetry
1998 Honorary Doctorate from The Art Institute of Boston
2007 Honorary Doctorate Dartmouth College
2008 Honorary Doctorate Tufts University
2012 Honorary Doctorate from Marquette University


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Notes. On a return visit to Austerlitz in the late 1950s Oliver met photographer Molly Malone Cook who would become her partner for over forty years. In Long life Mary Oliver says "[I] go off to my woods my ponds my sun-filled harbor no more than a blue comma on the map of the world but to me the emblem of everything.

Mary Oliver (born September 10 1935) is an American poet who has won the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize.